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.