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snow glow

The night after a snowfall, there’s an otherworldly quality to the ambient light that seems vaguely magical. Between the city’s light pollution and the way all that light reflects off the fresh snow scattered all over the region, the sky is more gray than black, and everything outside is illuminated with a vague purple-tinted glow, stuck in a perpetual twilight until sunrise the next morning.

In the late hours of such evenings, the streets are mostly free of car and pedestrian traffic, and as I walk though my neighborhood, the visibility far greater than usual for the hour, I’m struck by the eerie stillness of it all — as if the world around me is stuck on “pause,” and I’m wandering through a frozen moment in time.