I walked past the woods on the grey cobblestones with a warm sunset upon my back, there were great stone houses all around. The orange light was supposed to make everything look happier, and I knew Sun was trying to comfort me, but how could I be comforted in his embrace when I walked past that house with the old white fence and the cat perched upon a wall, watchingwatchingwatching? She purred, her dappled tail flicking and with her eyes told me:


“Your little love doesn’t live here anymore”

The Sun makes no difference, when ice climbs like ivy over your heart and freezes the blood.