Cover Me

Under the streetlight, the snowflakes drift. Cascading down, altered by even the slightest breeze. Complete chaos, yet under the wind's complete control.It sticks to the trees, as if they've, so suddenly become those plastic, white Christmas trees.Everything is covered. Even the single tire tracks in the street. Anything and everything can be erased tonight. Footprints. Tire tracks. Mistakes. They're all covered by the snow. For a while, we don't have to care. For a while we can cover everything up and be pure.