this is actually about a flashback:


Ice wind tickles the end of my nerves
like two hits of acid
about to kick in.
And look at the snow, burning like fire
hissssssssssss
Eyes widen.
Snow crystals snap into shape.
Flurries play love in the parking lot
as snow puffs fall in the cone of a streetlight:
the darkness of space, forever.


=R=