Silence.

They laughed and told me to enjoy the silence. It wasn't until the snow started falling again, that I remembered how quiet without can be. Most mornings, the birdsong bursts through, but I've been sleeping, guilitly, late while the rest of the world gets into its commutes and car rides and cubicles. I wonder if…

Melting.

I fell to the ice-covered earth in the way I imagine a meteorite must fall, very sudden and uniquely electric. I was standing, walking, no hitting the solid, frozen tarmac in a painfully hilarious shock the way I did weeks ago; that slip was what I described as “not paying attention” and thinking of another…