Hooded watcher shrouded by the cool north breezes moving in for the season. Positioned unseen by the lonely girl through the bay window. Her interstate bobby pins reflect a dim light from the watchers eyes. Catching a glimpse at a failed attempt at sanity- he seeks refuge in shadows out of her view. She feels his icy breath grow shallow and short. Through a brick wall they connect and relish in incapability to speak.
