The people have solidified since the summer.
Seized up in the cold.
No longer fluid
Melting and melding together in the sun
They can be discerned as individuals now.
Separate entities two metres apart.
Pink still blooms in their cheeks
But it is a bloom of cold, not of heat.
Their mouths are still there,
Noses too,
But they are contained now.
Silent eyes and foreheads walk the streets.
But the melded people will return
As will their blushed cheeks, noses and mouths
They will be out sunning themselves again
Laughing and smiling
Touching and entwining
Melting and merging
With the summer
