tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post113370292163797159..comments2023-09-23T16:10:03.527-04:00Comments on Singing Moon: Late walkcoyotehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1133719333193740652005-12-04T13:02:00.000-05:002005-12-04T13:02:00.000-05:00Quite all right. It's a matter of metal halides. A...Quite all right. It's a matter of metal halides. At one time all street lights here used to be mercury vapour lamps, which shone kind of purply-blue-white. Most now are of more energy-efficient sodium vapour, and so shine dusty yellow, just like yours. But the lamps along my street are quite old.coyotehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13849975141730668288noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-16886892.post-1133718463979967072005-12-04T12:47:00.000-05:002005-12-04T12:47:00.000-05:00Are the streetlights blue-white?I so treasure the ...Are the streetlights blue-white?<BR/>I so treasure the dusty yellow ones here. They mesmerize me, the light they give out is ethereal.<BR/>and I'm sorry if this comment is tangential and says nothing about the poem..etherhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/10765317566611969814noreply@blogger.com