The sun sets amongst a cold dreary day. Between two rows of rooftops slightly below their edge lies a circle the size of a tree stump. Its outlined with holiday lights enveloping a house like a looking glass. Rows and rows of lights that mesmerize you and for a second you don't think about the fact that its too cold, because there is absolutely no snow on the ground and its the 23rd of December in Minnesota which is unbelievable and you sit outside for a second, for two seconds for three and the scene is all too familiar. Yes- its a reminder from the holiday you spent in Britain. This place can't be Minnesota, you think.
