I think the best word to describe this piece is.....ethereal. The sunlight, or lack of it. The puffs of breath visible because of the cold. All of the fleeting, and not so fleeting, thoughts running through his mind; both the true, the untrue and the striving to be true.

It's like the fic just floats up there, a few inches above my head, playing out in pictures against a fog. Yeah, ethereal, I think that's the word.