And the night pressed itself down
Flushed against the car doors
The fog creeped up the windows
Steamy and warm compared to the biting chill of the outside air
The fog became thick
As did the air surrounding them in the car
And the car shook rhythmically like a boat lost at sea
Gentle howls of wind like wailing ghosts
Spilling from all cracks
And forever they'll remember the moon