It’s the shimmer I notice first.

A breeze floating in the air

A blue buried at the bottom of the ocean or an azure sky or like a gleaming ray of meteors slide across the surface and this is visceral.

I can see the fluctuating layers glowed.

See a flake of snow, the water, the wind.

The blizzard is making its way towards me now.

A snowstorm twirling me around without a ground to land my feet.

So if there’s a wave or a blow, there are no signs of warnings.

And yet the frozen oceans are delicate.

I’m walking on the surface which is marron with blood.

Which is a place I sprint around without noticing it.