and the lightest snowflake lands on the middle of the windshield. i know its over, yet i still sit there and hear the stories of how he is who he was. the car is getting cold, i can almost see my breath. i wonder what would happen if i just stopped breathing. right here. in this car. i want to get out, i want to run. i want to scream. i can't. i watch the snowflakes falling, i engulf them in my mind to get myself out of the desert i am in. when the snow is falling and everything is silent i think i can do it. there is a moment in that silence that makes you feel stronger than you ever have. the snowflake begins to disappear and with it the realization of the strength i thought i had. the lightest snowflake lands on the middle of the windshield, and i know it's over, yet i still sit there, watching my breath.