As she presses the door open, her body is met with a
surge of heat releasing itself from the dark room.
The evening sun is low, but temperatures have risen.
She enters, observes the salt.
Just days ago,
transparent crystals shimmered like
a field of false diamonds.
And now, unexpectedly they
have disintegrated into a soft, vague snowfall.
The bright white forms crumble at the touch,
defying her attempts to coax them into a new landscape.