I breath in.
Dark.
Cold.
Starlight, black trees and pastures.
Fields, snow on the ground faint blue in the winter midnight.
I exhale and a damp mist billows from my face.
I can see a million molecules of water, breath, bacteria,
ME Pouring into the night sky  
Illuminated crystalline red  
By the brake lights of a parked car.  
Each breath brings ice into my nose, freezing, it’s THAT cold.  
My friends and I are trespassing.  
I am 23 years old.
We laugh and climb the slat fence coated in ice  
Looking for a suitable sledding hill in the farm bottoms of South-Central Kentucky.
Our bottles of beer retrieved from the snow  
Impossibly cold with slushy ice in each swallow.
The universe is well upon us this eve.
It is the birthday of my woman and she has declined to go.
Too cold.  
My last words to her are coming soon enough although I don’t know it yet.  
This hour is a dream sequence,
A full-on acid trip in my memory,
Piercing stars in the sky,
The wind, It’s breath a cold clarity on my face.
The night is blue and stark,
Faint shadows cast by the moonlight and stars,
The taunts and jests of my companions, good friends.
Such a thing,
The delight of the Gods.
The joy in the making,
Transparent and ephemeral.

Later, home.    
How was it?  

Fun. Cold.    
I wanna go to O’Charley’s for my birthday. They have half off tall boys and bottomless wings.  

OK. I got you something.
I’ll give it to you there if you like.
We’ll celebrate then.