The sky was laden with a haze, Winter in the city Options

[Guest_MikeKuss_*]

The sky was laden with a haze
that only a few people could understand.

The yellow glow from the sun had not
quite turned red yet, signaling to
those watching that it would be a
perfect evening.

Ah, the city sounds that will continue
for a few hours. Horns blaring,
brakes squealing, people yelling, all
trying to make it home or to some
promised destination.

As the city begins to settle in for
the evening, the sounds lessen and the
cold moves in.

Winter in the city is a magical time.
People move quickly, tempers rarely flare.
Everyone is searching for warmth.

Midnight and the city sleeps. A few brave
souls travel about, but most are safe and
warm within their concrete wombs. Awaiting
rebirth at the first light of dawn.

-Mike Kussmaul

[Cleo_Serapis]

Hi Mike,

We have a prose forum, actually two here if you'd like to have this reviewed in that category. The short prose forum is Stonehenge at this link: http://forums.mosaicmusings.net/index.php?showforum=8 . You can post short stories, articles, essays etc. there. I'll admit though, that forum is not as quickly reviewed as our poetry forums are. Would you like me to move this post over there for you? The posting rules over there are that each member may post a new work every two days (no more than that, please) providing they then post one critique to anothers' work in the same forum. The 1:2:1 rule applies.

Cheers,
~Cleo