A memorizing stare out a cold January window, as wet sugar rains from the heavens.

28 looks of sheer ecstasy as it falls onto the landscape as if it were a fresh,hot, home-made waffle,

28 beaming eyes and smiles,

as the sugar turns into piles.

28 faces pressed onto the glass,

one is missing though.

28 calling voices, like a wind rustling a tree tickling its leaves,

Now 29 warm hearts are aglow.

making them whole.