Night Walk

    

I walked up the hill towards the golf course, letting my shoes sink slightly into the snow with each new step.  The cold seeped through my shoes and kept my toes captive, but I hardly noticed as the wind demanded my attention, tugging at my scarf insistently.  It rushed past my ears filling the quiet night like the echoing trains in a deserted subway station, complete with the flickering lights of the campus left far behind. Lacing my numb fingers through the chain metal fence I peered through the smooth metal rings to see the familiar ever billowing smoke clouds push and shove as rude as always to make their way out of the smoke stacks, over the icy Ohio river and spread far and wide across the sky to keep all possible stars out of sight.  The river, however, was not put out.  It cleverly reflected just as brightly as the hidden stars, making due with the multicolored lights.  The waters continued the milky way of sparkling glimmers up the mountains on the other side of the flowing river of stolen lights.