between conversation, calm moments surrounded by the rest of a salty snowbank bustling flakes fall, a cacophony of noiseless wonder, reveling in the the knit blue of a sticky scarf. cold conversation regrets to steal the warming breath between us, misapplied, constant, and the concrete sky muting a rising sentiment bearing the mantle of a different season, clashing with the flecked paint and rough-hewn edges of the afternoon air, beyond the daystars of your eyes--