Barren branches strike my windows furiously, ghastly, scrawny arms that want to grab me and murder me with their harsh fingernails. Savage ice has laid siege to the glass, crawling across its surface in wild, maddening formations. The sunlight illuminates the snow-coated rooftops, sending its alluring and deadly brightness into my tired eyes. Shadows play on my walls and create battle scenes of both triumph and bitter defeat. The entire world is an eerie mixture of beauty and death.
The angry movement around me seems to hiss, scream, screech. But the violent silence is soon shattered as the haunting, desperate howl of an ambulance slices through the air. The sound expands in my ears like a sponge sucking up water. It veils my senses until all I feel is the cry of the ambulance, its distressed buildup, its nervous ascent into a brief, uneasy silence. It calls out, again and again, increasingly frenzied as it comes closer to my home.
All at once I want to cry out with it. I want to sing its hysterical shouts, I want steal its powerful voice to pour all my fear and love and loss into it.
Because suddenly I know. The trees know and the frost knows and the shadows know and siren is certain. Someone is racing to save you, but you're already gone.