Codes

Start with words pick up their sticks make a now-man. No eyes yet, maybe the garden grackles will peck out some. Life at this hour needs a password. There are boxes to tick, negotiations to be made with an ill-defined self. It's morning already the sun is glaring blue on the hard silent snow. Going to need a key that perfectly fits a gated community, a playground, a parking lot, a dog park, any door that opens all those dark spaces hidden inside unlit clouds, and at this time there are no further instructions available.