It was past sundown, in the middle of November, with winter whispering its arrival through the few frigid droplets of white tears. Hands chilled and lips chapped and only moistened with the clear fog of condensation through my exhale. My big bulky sweater suffocated my body and a beanie covered my head, but the cold breeze burned away through the insolation. Alone under the dim light from the few street lights illuminated like little moons, the anticipation distracted my mind from the cold. Just a few more minutes, but time froze.

One verse of lyrics in my ears took hours to play, and songs felt like days. That one song proceeded to end and the fog feverishly filled the street ahead. I continued to wait, but the breeze blew towards my chest, chilling the chamber of my heart when two ultralight beams burned through the fog and ripped up my street. The light gleamed golden upon me as I stood in its spotlight.

Through the lack of light and thick air, the turquoise jeep stood clear. The matte blue-green exterior glistened and welcomed me towards it. Each frozen joint in my body suddenly grinded like gears moving my body towards passenger door. My frozen fingers felt the black car door grip my hand and push the door towards myself. I jumped into the elevated seat and there he sat, inches away from me. My frozen body entered a sauna and melted with warmth. He gazed at me while I gazed at him and his jeep sat contently in my black broken driveway. His steamy hands extended towards me as my icicle limbs mirrored his actions. That moment of touch, of our bodies meeting, was the exchange of energy from him to me and back like a cycle. The embrace tightened and eventually, our bodies molded to the same warmth. Our bodies molded into one. As one, we sat there, no words spoken, but every word of our thoughts transferred.

Standing at the end of my black driveway or laying in the darkness of my inviting bed blurred from my memory because I focused on now. The thoughts that circled my mind in the loneliness of my house disappeared in the turquoise home I sat in. Still, with no words spoken, our bodies drifted, but remained connected through our mutual warmth. I fastened the thick silver thread across my chest as he passed me the long white wire. Connecting the wire to my phone, I had control. Finally, I could blast the symphonies ringing through my mind and share the words I would take to my grave. The perfect melody played; the piano was soft and subtle accompanied by her somber vocals. He steered the big black wheel, until he just held it straight and all that laid ahead was the concrete charcoal roads winding up and down with no destination. I laid back and low into my warm tan seat, with my eyes gazing out the mirror to another universe. I saw my subtle self, but I focused on the dark skies with glimmers of light in the sky and along the street.

The skies were clear of clouds, but filled with a flurry of faint stars seeming smaller than what they are. But there they rested, shining in the empty night with the purpose of producing a balance of light. My fingers faintly pressed on the black button, lowering that mirror, cooling my extremely warm body. Gradually, everything cooled, but remained comfortable. To my left was his warmth; to my right was the breeze. Suddenly, I was not alone, I was between two forms of life; keeping me at the balance I never fathomed to exist.