me on the bridge, watching snow plunk into the creek below.
yesterday afternoon late.
as darkness fell, it turned into sleet and smattered against the front door and windows, but before that, back when there was still daylight to be seen, a hawk swooped low and fast, following the creek line, a blur of feathers surrounded by snowflakes.
if these words just faded into nothingness they would look the same.
dark against light and then gone.