But Not Tonight But Not Tonight Kenny Ly Air is brisk and vivacious. Blitzing around me, as if it had a mind of its own. No shadows don the streets. The world is in my possession.
Gullible souls scatter and seclude themselves in their humble abodes.
Mewling about its untidiness. Snow wafts onto the Earth, engulfing me like an ashen comforter. A gush of wind pangs my face like hundreds of little knives, Bouncing off without a tinge. Air turns misty, concealing, mysteries in the paths ahead. Oh, how I covet to be a white dragon.