and we bear down waiting for it, crush of concrete against the forehead. endlessly i drove through the city at sunset, jammed and stalled in canyons and mobs. i loved it, i miss it, coursing through its veins, an infection shot through one arm and slung across its neck. we dreamed of lavish greenery and snow banks toppled over by children. the cold was bitter and whet our appetites, a slick gnawing of knuckles. and at daybreak, careening back home, i was in love with it all, i loved it like madness.