For Two Emilys
He looked up over the wall, and then hopped onto it, and then lost his footing on the ice. He slid a few paces, scrambled a bit, then hopped up to the pipe railing and down again - the metal was probably colder than the concrete. All the while he held that round thing in his mouth. I wonder whether it was something to eat, or something to covet.
The sun is trying to melt the world, but it's just too cold.
I felt disappointment that I wasn't able to get your attention so you could see for yourself. That corner is an empty space of hope. It was a flying spell, that pocket-magic, I tell you.
How is your world today?