Jay watched her red hair as she walked away from him. She wore her green tshirt and underpants. Her bare feet stepped through the slush. Snow fell and it seems like the sky was breaking up into flat wet flakes. When she was closer he saw the fine crystals of snow against her hair. He thought that coldness plus water plus clouds make crystals and that made him think that alchemy is possible. That made him think that language is lace unspooling from a reel in his throat, sentences as filigreed as her icy red hair. And that reminded him that DNA is a curl. As she walked away these thoughts became less important to him. Her hair became more vague. Now he couldn't tell it was wet. Every step she took toward her trailer, away from Jay, increased the dense gray air between them. The gray color filled up his brain and he couldn't think of anything to call out to her.