I will try to fix you

The cool air outside was not the thing that fought her away from the idea of staying outside. The fog sliding ahead of her was something wonderful to hold, and it truly was the thing that made winter what it was. The lights of the building faded behind her as she walked past the parking lot to the dirt island at the end of the parking lot. The bench sat there the same as always, it looked worn sitting in the dirt. Her eyes moved to it, and then to the sidewalk as the world slowly passed her eyes.

She considered her car, only twenty paces away, it would be warmer there. He would be out soon...she looked and then suddenly something caught her, and she slid to a hault. Her body froze, her arms trapped before her, fingers entertwined. Singing, heavenly singing of praises to a god slid over her. They shimmered in the night sky as if the clouds themselves had opened them. She could not imagine the passion in the music. eyes found themselves trapped staring as the lights, the bright lighted laterns, they began to blow them out. One by one they were raised, and snuffed. Like the soft lights of life they were simply blown out, systamatical order moving from light to light, life to life.

Eyes seemedto unfocus as she was stuck there, staring simply at the movement of the lights. The music once more held up to the heavens, echoing against her, and within her. This passion she could not understand, suddenly something broke the concentration. Some one shouting her name, she smiled and looked. Jake, he was wondering if she wanted a ride. "No, I'm fine," she said gently, and he waved.

Sweet kid, she thought, her eyes looked again. They were around the corner now, she couldn't see the figures blowing the lights, she could only see the the lights raise like a will o' wisp from a swamp, and then simply snuffed out, going out like a wink. She stood there in the cold , not even feeling the cold biting at her. The lights soon faded out of sight, and the music raised up once more before falling silent.

Her eyes moved away, looking to the Artisan store, there was a woman there, she would go talk to her. She stopped to look at the killed lanterns, her ears echoing with the music of those voices, and she could only whisper to herself.

"I hate christmas"