A stranger is standing in the driveway, clouded in plumes of frozen breath Last night's frost creeps into his old bones to numb his hands and feet, yet he still stands, the morning's feeble rays breaking on his face. His eyes are upcast toward my curtained window, rapt. A fascinated gaze broken by my leaving the house, rounding the corner. I level my eyes on his, a basilisk stare and a wordless conversation ending as I drive off toward the rising sun.