After midnight, when the facades of houses on the far side of the street had fallen into shadow, their frost covered rooftops seemed to hover in the darkness, as though they might at any moment float away, revealing the heavens to the astonished occupants waking in their suddenly wintry beds. Still later, a few clouds formed in the west where the moon was screened by a fretwork of pines, and around the bright near-orb, the icy crystals of moisture in the clouds refracted the moonlight into the colors of the rainbow. Altogether, a pleasant conclusion to the series of storms, or a pleasant hiatus in their midst.
I mustn't delay in getting to sleep today, as the dawn is apt to be bright. Too, I might have to get out and do things this afternoon, and so must wake while enough daylight remains. And when I get back here, I want to see that XColibur has been fixed!