Climes, they heat me with deceit.

The weather has been hiding secret messages in snow.

Little fortunes so well hidden in the snow.

Just waiting in the snow.

I will meet you at an airport, a local airport.

It's busy all the time.

With people all in line.

We'll have to meet at night.

It's quieter at night.

At the airport.

I will meet you there.

It's just a visit, a perfect visit,

to the margins of the surface.

Wrapped in fabrics,

we'll wait patiently to see something so beautiful

and it will take the breath out of our lungs.