Climes, they heat me with deceit.
the weather has been hiding secret messages in snow.
little fortunes so well hidden in the snow.
just waiting in the snow.
i will meet you at an airport, a local airport.
it's busy all the time.
with people all in line.
we'll have to meet at night.
it's quieter at night.
at the airport.
i will meet you there.
it's just a visit, a perfect visit,
to the margins of the surface.
wrapped in fabrics,
we'll wait patiently to see something so beautiful
and it will take the breath out of our lungs.