Snow

The world was covered in a blanket of snow. It coated everything, inside and out, filling the streets with its soft cold. We walked those streets in silence, each of us linked by our hands, the hair on our necks standing on end and our legs slowly turning to lead beneath us.

We were caught up in the swirls, watching them around us, and we shouted after them. Life was good in amongst those spinning clouds. We needed to eat but we continued on anyway, joining in a circle and heading even further down the street.

Night pushed the vague outline of the sun under the horizon, and we were plunged into a deep darkness. The dangers of speeding cars or out of control lorries stayed far from our minds and we kept on going. Streetlights laden with conspiracies flickered to life and their light reflected off the white snow at strange angles. We followed a line of them as they stretched out in front of us.

Our linked circle began to spin and the snow followed, forming a whirlwind of flakes between us. They spun high into the air again, fluttering between the new flakes that fell from further above. We watched them for a while before we each let go, stepping from the ring and into the spiral only to be pulled up with the snow.

In the end, I was left alone. I turned to look at the streetlights before taking the final step into the vortex myself.

Songs whilst writing:

In The Aeroplane Over The Sea – Neutral Milk Hotel

Out of Touch – Hall & Oates

Gun – The Golden Palominos