Twenty Below

From the Vault, edited slightly before posting. Originally dated sometime in 2006 or so.


Winter’s not so bad
When the snow lands on rooftops
And the ice begins to bind
Locking everything down
But for a moment, the world is still
Not that those houses have legs
But boy, those walls sure could talk
Could’ve fooled me anyway

It’s twenty below and I’m dying of heat
Must be all that hot air escaping through your teeth
It’s twenty below and I’m watching you breathe
The stories unfold from the cracks in the ceiling

Winter’s not so bad
With the air so crisp, it cuts through your bones
And the streets illuminate with dozens of lights
Bright enough to blind
A colourful distraction from the fire inside
Outside, a snowball fight

It’s twenty below and I’m dying of heat
Must be all that hot air escaping through your teeth
It’s twenty below and I can’t breathe
Everything slows, 
Calm it seems

Wallpaper crumbles
Revealing brick and concrete
Behind the mantle a dirty chimney sweep
The last living showpiece – a brass Christmas tree
Beneath the coffee table
Unfinished nativity scene

It’s twenty below and I’m dying of heat
The story unfolds from the cracks in the ceiling
Everything slows
Calm, it seems

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