The night was clear. The stars shone and could even be seen through the light pollution of Mythic City. But that meant it was also cold and the frost crunched under foot as he stepped up to the ledge. He was contemplating how the street lamps illuminated the street far below – uninhabited islands in a stormy sea. A cutting winter wind picked up. He didn’t like how it pushed him toward the precipice. ”Ironic,” he thought. Continue reading Planning for the Winter Formal →