Sunday, February 7th, midnight, outside of Hague.

Objective: The street lamp above casts a yellow light across the area between Hague and Leiden houses, not in a large spill of light but rather in individual streaks from the curves on the glass on the lightbulb.

Subjective: The warm light spilled across the pavement makes the cold night feel a little less cold. There is enough light to see make out the features of other people, but only if you are up close to them. The golden backlighting makes it appear as if anyone standing near the light was wearing a halo. My friend takes a drag off their cigarette and the burning ember commands attention, almost as much as the cloud of smoke emerging from his mouth lit from above.