Outside there’s a blizzard. We’re on the highway but we’re not moving. There are cars all around us. Five hours, each churns by minute after minute. Nothing to do but stay in the car and watch the snow blow by and try to fall asleep.

From dusk till dawn 

I search,

I look

From town to town,

This person I am told can give

A smile for every frown.

Up and down

These hills I look

I never seem to find

Look into my face and my eyes will

 More than that I’ll make you

I’ll slash and I’ll

and cut another hole in your mask.

And go around and make you scream.

Then I’ll make you jump.

And then you’ll trip over a bump.

The sun beats down on the snow-covered Colorado peak. Two birds have a lengthy conversation, chirping short replies at one another like two young children arguing over who was first in line. Marmots run and play chase, screeching often out of frustration or to mock the opposition.