Winter sits within me this week, icy tendrils snaking through. I carry it with me, softening the day, sharp at night, while dreams fall like snow through my mind, melting away on impact. I peer through the icescapes, as if I could see my beating heart, but all seems distant, far away...unknowable. Even the music is a far away tinkling, an underwater creek, hidden beneath the slumbering drifts of thought. I find this lucid moments of clarity when words bubble up from my throat, only to die on my pen.