The wind crawls up... then rushes.

Faster. Faster.

Ever faster.

And I am cold past my core to pieces of me that are not yet, only will be.

And For once... I do not mind.

Because it fits my heart so well,

so close so as almost to bring me near that impossible warmth.

I am happy just to be here.

All of me.

In rare agreement.

A harmony

that soothes in ways that

I will forget too soon.

And now it rushes over and through me

Until I resonate.

Holy. Holy.