Nighttime Reverse Freeze-out

Time shivers to stop, the moment preserved, cocooned, gift-wrapped in white.

As the plink-a-plink of freezing rain bats against the glass, the steady rhythm licks at him and wraps itself around the moment. 

Beads of water trickle, crawling upwards across the windows.

Hidden stars reveal themselves, white toy helicopters spinning downward one-by-one.

And the snow comes.  

It flutters across the moon.