but with winter approaching, closely followed by night / i want to change my life in the last breaths of the dying light -ashley brewer

i walked home with my keys sandwiched between my blackgloved knuckles, lending a probably false severity to fists which have never really known how to fight. the streetlights seemed to crystallize the already frozen air, turning my shadow into a thin plane of fragile darkness. the lurid glow of the traffic light snapped suddenly to sharp green; headlights slapped the sidewalk, shivered up my back and ran a long crack through the night.