Today was cold and I found something frozen in the yard.
When I looked at it I realized that I was looking for something that was already gone. Something indestructible and uncatchable. Something that could never be held. It had gone and left a pile of bones and fur. It is what unfleshes dark areas, fills the hollows of the world, molds and shapes like rain when the bones of flowers begin to slump. It is wild, absolutely wild, and the wind herself is terrified of it.