Winter Lights

I think that about sums up the evening: Bright Lights.

Bright Lights: almost nothing else is worth remembering, worth showing, worth noting.

There was the hamburger off the main drag, in some dive bar, huddled close for warmth with the one that you love, hands shaking from the cold, digging into that burger, why hadn't we packed any food, and the heat from the grill, so warm, so inviting, with the night so cold, yet inside this restaurant, this hole in the wall, so warm, so cozy, such a nice respite from the bitter chill air.

And then, back to the cold, to watch the lights... sort of makes you wish you were young again, no need for a washed out image filter, to put on the show.