The room was cold. I turned my back. For just a second. And there he was. He sat down with the breeze. We didn’t shoot anything else. When he was done and the rum was gone – or was it the other way around? – there was nothing cold in or about the room. A weird warmth kept me off my feet or at least not on my toes. Who knows what came in next – but it wasn’t what I was expecting. (Well, it’s hard to be when you’re not expecting anything, right?) Turns out it’s just me alone – a see and be seen exercise from the other side of a screen. And what does it mean? That’s for another time. Or at least that’s what I was told. And probably why I’m up writing this. No idea what it means, or if it means anything. But that was never the point. Except it was. Once upon a time.