warning shot

ice releases with a crunch; my eyes turn upward, as if i can visually trace its trajectory through the ceiling. i can follow the slide with my ears, though, and pick the window facing its predicted exit into freefall. water trickles everywhere. it's barely mid-january; this melt is a tease. the warmth of the air feels ominous, not welcoming.

10 January 2018 16:05