Friday assignment 3

The stars had disappeared, the clouds were rolling in. It was beginning to drop in temperature. It had already gone down at least four degrees. The air was misty and the moon was barely peaking out. All light was gone except for the street lights. That's were I stood planning the events of the evening. Preparing to create my paradise. The smoke from my cigarette circled my head and the lamp post. Drops of water glistened on my brow. The can of gasoline made a soft tinkering sound as it was hit.