Days turned into nights

and nights

turned into days

before I saw you again.

Your sax draped to the side of you

as you tried heating your fingers.

Tremors racked your body

and white clouds slipped from your lips.

After regaining some of your body heat,

you picked up your instrument

to blow warm air through its body,

and as your music

filled the streets again,

I felt a shimmer course through my body.

I couldn't help

but be mesmerized.