eddie thought of that light all over derry right now , lying long and still across mccarron park , falling through the holes in the roof of the kissing bridge in smudged lackadaisical rays , making the kenduskeag look like smoky glass as ifcut its broad shallow path through the barrens ; he thought of seesaws standing at dead angles behind derry elementary as the thunderheads piled up and up ; he thought of this thundery yellow light , and the stillness , as if the whole town had fallen asleep ... or died .