A Blustery Autumn Night
Outside the art school building on the first truly cold night in October, everything seems to be moving. Tree branches swoop and sway in the hard wind and leaves dive toward the pavement in dozens. The concrete cityscape is lit up Magnesium orange from every direction, streetlights and parking ramp fixtures spilling across the walls, tree branches throwing organically dancing shadows everywhere. Thursday night West Bank pedestrians stride purposefully in straight lines, fists deep in pockets, shoulders high hunched, protecting sensitive scarfless necks from the new, insidious chill.