S is for Skyway.

An alien concept, like so many hamster tubes criss-crossing a frozen tundra. We make plans to meet here in the dead of winter, to withdraw into the maze, purposefully getting lost in its twists and turns until the past is quite forgotten and the future just another corner to round. We want to live in the moment, the glass walkway not a prison, rather, the only way to freedom. But we are the overlooked victims of global warming, concern focused as it is on the tillers, the sowers of seed. The lovers are drawn out of doors by unseasonable warmth, to face a world we had hoped to protect each other from.