I can feel the machine shutting down in sections

Little clicks from the furthest reaches

tick away the time.

Eighty-six days ago subzero sun beamed through the

snow blowing off the roof, and the particle effect

was calming.

It was only a matter of time before winter ended,

we said.

Here, seasons stopped sizing up the year.

The water moves as it always did, indifferent to

what we think of the cold underneath.