The Architecture of Warmth Against a Cold City

I stand before the city's jagged silhouette, where skyscrapers bleed gold into a bruised sky. They say I am frozen here by the water, but you only see the surface of my white armor.
My arms reach up to catch nothing and everything at once—a silent scream that dissolves into a smile when he approaches from behind. He doesn't speak; his presence is simply gravity pulling me back down to earth after weeks of floating in lonely orbits.
This city tries hard to keep us cold, but the heat rising between our skin suggests we are breaking something fundamental tonight.

Editor: Deep Sea