i breathe fountains of lost time, of roadside gravel and the skirts of streets made dirty with snow. we believed this, we all saw it coming. subways that hammer tunnels and whip us into a frenzy. bars with bouncers staving off the tide of drunken children. wide and open dark parks where trees yearn to escape the skyline brick. she held my hand and whispered into my ear, take me home, take me to where your heart is.