The Palace

As I work my way through a maze of narrow streets, I emerge into a deserted, opulent square. I stand transfixed by the former palace, its warm lights glowing through the falling snow. For a moment, I can almost hear the clatter of a horse drawn carriage on the cobbled streets and the laughter of occupants being whisked off to a high society reception that awaits them, like phantoms in the night, somewhere in time..