January 28, 2008
Outside is wind and shadow-covered snow. A car door slams. You can hear it catch against the air seal, but the noise escapes, rising quickly from the car, its tail cut off as the door latches. It is free. Pulling up into itself, it looks around to see where it is. It darts to an upstairs window, part of it slipping through, the rest bouncing back off into the air. It is so cold. It wants to get warm. It slaps against another window, again bouncing. It is spreading and getting thinner, fainter. So soon, it is thinking. So soon.