crack the sky.
because the prettiest pictures are the loudest.
too loud for silent frames.
the louder the noise, the bigger the magic.
run, swoop, scream.
we'll catch and paste your wild. stitch it into frames, clinking like windows.
a window into the day the wind was cold and the water was colder.
a window from the time they were exactly this small.
and when you loved just like this.