multiple winterstorms, wave after wave, ebb and flow over and through.
wrapped up in layers, the city is now populated with groaning and bundled textile zombies.
through slim slits created between scarves and furred hats, beady eyes glint and dart before heavy-lidded they rest somewhere between the foreground and shuffling feet.
home, indoors, or any warm combination of a room with hot foods or drink are now sought out with a magnetic draw which is nigh absolute with no deviation.
as i climb the stairs home, i find that my mythical and literal unicorn was in the hallway of my apartment all along.
signifying miraculous healing powers and a pure inner light, i entered a winter drone, and found inside a tremendous sense of serenity evergreen.