A Prelude to Winter

A drizzle sets in outside my window on a night not long ago. It’s persistent in its assault on the fleeting season, plucking glacial hints from the months to come, drilling droplets into the cobblestone like the exercising of a pianos lungs. On this night I bring a serving of warmth to my lips which I can’t differentiate from the breath of Akke Kumlien on my skin.