SNOW

The lone tram squeaks through the center, halting at stops where no one gets on or off. It reflects its silhouette on the houses it passes. A distant car shines its headlights over the urban landscape, whose shadows follows the car’s movement. Something lives and moves in the void between the houses. I plod through the snow and see the brake lights of cars sliding along unplowed streets on their way out of town to somewhere else.