Late at night there are moments no one else sees. It's as if you're in the world all by yourself. Every droplet of mist holds its own handful of moonlight.

There is a road hidden in plain sight that only serves to connect two points between two roads. For a moment on the left-hand side, I saw a massive sky with every gradient of gray, feeding the grass, the greenest it will be before the Fall puts it to sleep.

Gusts cut wind marks in the snow. Powder gushes spilling across the road. The road salt, past purpose and caking the ditches, and now eating fenders. Crazy sunburn, a feeling of being cold and hot at once. Meat seared on the outside but cold below the skin. Everything comes first from the cold.

The red-eyed behemoth shines over a field of snow, frozen over stale and crusted by days of melting sun, and nights of single digit cold. 898 megawatts spewing ghosts into the air around 2 AM.