I wore something warm, but not warm enough.
In the west, the sky was red or orange or rose--something in that vein--at 10:30 p.m. What's that? we asked ourselves. Was it wind or traffic we heard, or was there a beating of rotors out there? was that light sweeping across the sky?
The dog gallivanted. He raced ahead, dove deep into the yards we passed, turned back on us to play.
The snow is supposed to arrive at midnight. At midnight, there is supposed to be snow.