The street light gives off a soft orange glow eliminating the empty street ever so slightly. Snow falls ever so gently, lightly landing on the ground. The ground is covered in fresh white snow still untouched by mankind, until we make our mark. We rush out of the building and dash into the fresh snow, tainting it with footprints. We run around like five year olds. You get a running start and slide as far as your momentum can take you. I join in. We slide back and forth across the deserted street, falling and laughing. The cold air turns our breath white and our faces red. Snowflakes stick to our hair and clothes, eventually melting and being replaced again. The cold drives us back inside ending our excitement for the night. Our night may have ended but it will always live on in my memory as one of the best nights ever. :)