A black and white Brooklyn

It was too beautiful outside to go to sleep last night.

From where my head lay on my pillow, I could see the snow falling across the bare tree branches outside. Lit by the streetlight, it looked like something out of a fairytale. I couldn’t close my eyes because I couldn’t bear to stop watching the snow fall.

So I stared.

For over an hour, I stared into the black and white world of trees and snow and streetlights.

Finally around 1:30am, the flurry subsided and was able to fall asleep. I’d been watching the snow fall for so long that when I closed my eyes, white specs danced across the blackness of my eyelids.

Here’s the view looking out my bedroom window: