Wednesday, December 06, 2006
Something scurried on the surface of his bones.
A chill he couldn't shake.
As the radiators clicked, he walked though curtains of heat, but they rolled off without penetrating his skin. He dipped his arms into his coat and zipped it snug.
Behind him, the storm door bounced, then slammed after a final hiss. His feet crunched the latticework of frost-sculpted dirt.
Icy wind poured down the mountainside, and he dared the currents to sweep him into the valleys. But he wasn't going anywhere. When the cold ripped away the last of the inside warmth and connected with the animal chewing his bones, he stopped.
His black hair boiled like rapids in the torrent of air.
Across the distance, a dish of sunlight splashed from a crack in the slate sky. He watched it grow, shrink, then grow again.
In that moment, he decided. He released his breath into the wind and hoped it could reach so far away.
He let it go and tried not to feel the space where it had been.