This is the way I used to like winter. Nobody is around, but keep watching the corners, small matches carachters may appear, tottering, lost, and they may fall in the cracks, yes they may, even if the cracks are so thin, they may get stuck between it, and then I don't know what's going to happen, maybe it will slowly contract and grind them, who knows, but that will not make them very different from what they are, tiny matches people... the matters break into dust, and what's left but a feeling?