in_this_frozen_day crOwl freezing rain falls like silver confetti sticking to the tired snow filling in faded footprints to the goatshed as if god is celebrating something. what? when it's time to see my mother i use a system of a down cd case to scrape the windshield it comes off in mildly resistant chunks and numbs my fingers i see you watching me from inside the outback you zip down the windows to get the ice off i see your brown eyes a flash of recognition a world, ours, here in the frozen day 051204 what's it to you? who go blather from