And what a beautiful fall evening. It's in the mid-fifties. The wind is blowing. It's been raining most of the day. Nights like this are some rare occasions that I am not totally pissed off at all the light pollution killing the view of the stars. There are way to many clouds to see any stars and their racing across the sky. The street lights and the lights from the store reflect off of them, giving them an cold, eerie pale light, as the moon were shining on them, but up from the ground instead of down from space.