that staying show.

finally, little crashes of light against my eyes, shut and holding, as you drive me along my favorite stretch. because it's our last day together for a while. because it's warm and moving, like it should be, and so the windows are open, and so he's singing, and so we are.

i'm going up north today, and it will be cold there. in more ways than one.

remember how it would take your breath? catlike thief standing in mid-air, the cold would seize your lungs and make you cough if you tried too hard to breathe.