Today was the morning I realized that my ice scraper was not in my car...It's back in the garage in Cranston...Great help it was there...



the icy blue, crystal in form, transparent to gaze upon
emulating the depth of transience in this state
cold, bitter, and biting...nipping at your nose in a lack luster way
the bitter winds blow, chilling one to the core
stifling any spark deigned to ignite the tattered fragments
the air steals your breath and leaves you gasping