I awoke from the frost’s descent
Into a fog
The red creeper quickly bandages the cold house in the rain
A concrete floor set with diamonds
A pool full of orange, light yellow, earthy yellow
There are patches of grass green
I looked up and there was no sky
Only the gray wind
Ignoring the depth of the cold
It changes its shape freely
A string of codes runs through the air
I didn’t get to read it
The magpie and the crow sing at once
I woke up from a daydream