December 2007
1 post
Crash
I remember it is late, nearly midnight, and dark. I am heading to meet someone who is finishing off her shift at work. It is July and it is snowing. The snow is wet, practically slush being dumped right on top of the city, and thick. The roads of course are a mess. The street lights are reflecting off the flakes of snow, and it almost looks like thick fog, but it is snow. There is music playing...