Winter. Cold that penetrates and restricts the blood from warming you. You dance alone, somehow trying to spread some heat within you, around you. Far away a person is standing, trying to spread some heat within you, around you. Far away a person is standing, trying to dance the pain away. Just like you. You see each other, dance towards each other. Are you getting warmer? Closer. Are you getting warmer? People rushing by, away from the cold. You remain, longer than ever. You remain, closer than ever. Is the feeling the same as before? Now when you are close.