Cars frozen with zinc plate. Breath reaches out to the windows and steams up the rear-view-mirror. My mug sits on the dashboard cooling fast. Morning coffee steams, strong as leather. Outside the mountains crack apart with stretch marks in the sky. Ice islands roll down the screen to reveal a strip of road, yellow in the headlights. The rear windscreen is barred with electric wires. The melt reveals slices of terrace and blue. I lean back and breathe in the fumes.
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