Degrees

Driving in snow is never fun, but it does appeal to my adventurous side. It is painfully beautiful outside. 35 degrees. Cold, quiet, calm. I sit in my car, running down the battery. Soaking in the music. I hope the neighbors don't mind the volume. This is too good to be played low. It's as delicious and moving as the silence of tonight. I watch the snowflakes fall slowly down, fluttering in the lamplight. They look a lot like the moths fluttering around the lamplight out in the desert. I miss the clean smell of the desert. But I like the cold. It tightens my skin. Makes my flesh feel leather-like. Like impenetrable armor. Maybe, maybe I can live here. Perhaps even thrive.