It's 11:57 PM
on a thursday.
I just rolled out of bed
and took a few hits off a roach I had
lying around.
What city lights there are outside are centered in the one block
around my window.
It was supposed to snow
but it's just gray
and damp outside.
Nothing moves but a column of steam from a mill(?)
a few blocks south/southwest.
Rising inbetween blue and yellow streetlights.
Water billowing up from who knows what body of water
and freezing again on the frigid air.
As if it were feeding the oppressive mist
over everything.
As though the sky were drinking from the Bear River
and sitting, fat and content
on top of us all.
Not snowing,
just icy and motionless
and gray.