Skaõi was in the air. Her frigid essence engulfed his senses, biting his face. He turned up the collar on his black Gucci trench, the wool fibers soothing against her kiss. He inhaled the artic air and raised his head toward the sky. Though he searched, he could not locate Apollo, as the sun was engaged in a masquerade with determined clouds, creating a hue synonymous with his name.
Still, the answers he sought were upward, including the apex of a residential structure at the corner of 75th and Central Park West. As he scanned the architectural landscape, a scarlet tanager caught his attention.
Benjamin observed the songbird, perched regally on a tree limb. His auburn gaze affixed on the urban forest across the way, he smiled as the creature, draped in its own splendid coat of rouge, responded to an unseasonable gust of cold air.
Benjamin lowered his head.
Yes, it was spring.
Still, winter found it hard to part with New York.
Sometimes, it’s hard to let go.
He nodded and raised his head again, where Lucy Horowitz awaited his presence in the sky.
Implode. Part XXXIII – DK