This white, powdery stuff is falling out of the sky. It’s very cold, and if you look real close, there are these beautiful, tiny round-shaped pointy-end things that sparkle. On the way home, the asphalt had a strange sheen on it, and the truck kept doing this wacky sashay all over the road.
It seems that I can sense some vague memory of this phenomenon, from somewhere in my past . . . but ten years in the Vortex sucked everything that’s not hot and sunny and topless out of my brain. Holy crap, what’s that??! Out the window, under the eave – a translucent stalactite! And look there – that man’s four fingers have merged into one.
Lebanucky is a strange, strange land.