The third day of the year (and the 8th day of Christmas, but no maids a milking in sight), a snow storm hit. I was walking around during the peak just after dawn, saw this weird orange light on the far corner. It was weird, inexplicable.
Later that day, the storm passed, snow ended, I realized the source of the glow.
I was coming from a different direction to the same intersection, visibility improved. The crossing signal post had been knocked down, but the wires were intact. The signal still functions, warns us to stop, beckons us to walk, just now at ground level.
After this snowfall, temperatures plummeted. Breathing chilled your nostril interiors. We kept our gaze low as we trudged horizontally across the frozen slush of Newark Avenue.