The Invisible Sky
“Is that the wind from the desert song?
Is that an autumn leaf falling?
Or is that you, walking home?”
– How to be Invisible, Kate Bush
Snowflakes were tracing horizontal lines, moments ago: sideways confetti. A graceful film grain effect, growing the afternoon pale and close. It’s still as a chime, now. White and silent. Thursday, and music is playing. Minutes evaporating. January fading up and trailing off, into a ghost sky.