Board Thread:Writer's Workshop/@comment-29138396-20161117013540/@comment-27905100-20161117042259

Okay, here we go.

First, the technical side.

I blew into my hands to warm them up but no matter how many times I had done the exact same thing in these past 20 minutes it did nothing to help.

Taking (This word feels kind of out of place here. That might just be me, though.) the sleeve of my shirt  I carefully wiped a small corner of the window so that I could see, subtly hoping that the remaining condensation would serve to mask the fact that there was a hidden observer to these nights events.

I listened intently to what they were saying  but to my dismay they seemed to be speaking in a language that I was not familiar with but one that I felt like I knew (Okay, this wording seems a bit off. Perhaps make it "A language that I didn't know, but yet felt so familiar". I don't know. Play around with the words here. See what happens.).