Storm from the north. Those were provincial days, local kids grabbed the bumpers of cars in snow and sailed down the streets. Lights in the houses glittered like the eyes of lions. There was a house, utterly dark, where we said the enemy lived. Of course there were no enemies, save for high school teachers. We read the handwriting stretched out on all sides. It was a small city, mind you. We were the bookish kids.
Planet of the Blind 