Lost, I began wandering the town. As the breeze pushed against each step, and the coldness bit deep into the bone, I wanted nothing more than to escape the snowstorm. Yet just like the dusk never turned to dawn, the storm never ended. Moments blended into another, days turning into years and miles into lightyears. Only two thoughts persisted: Cold. Forward. Finally, I was more a machine than a man, and home, the place I had sought to find, fell out of my mind.
The snowstorm continued for exactly one eternity. Then, for a minute, it stopped and a southerly wind blew. The moment of lucidity brought to my mind brief flashes of what had been: the summer that would be my last, the sound of rain dripping on the cement somewhere far outside, and the way you sometimes stared at me, like you knew what I had been too shy to say. Though of course, there had never been anything to say—and the words I never wanted to say anyways would remain perfectly unsaid. Had I wandered an eternity alone here in vain? It would certainly take another! Like clockwork, the north wind blew, freezing drops of ice into my eyes and pushing me forward deeper into the storm.
The next time I woke up, I just knew another eternity had passed. I had not slept second, yet had certainly fallen in some kind of a trance. But this time, something had gone differently; I had wandered away from the streets and onto the front door of one of the houses. It was somehow familiar. I tried to think of math.
