I walked down the sidewalk in the cold.  My body was giving off steam, I hoped--anything to cool my reactor.  Every face was familiar.  If there was a flower I might've thought it redder, if it was red, or bluer if blue to begin with.  The sky spun its wheel trailing the moon through a skirt of pink clouds, where it disappeared.  The cathedral chimed the time and I was late but I felt early.  Right on time at the very least.