I saw him coming, the husband, the exemplary professor, encased
in his voracious black machine. Its broad beams of light slashed a
swath in the darkness, startling the snowflakes, revealing them just
as the flux of his passing disrupted their innocent descent, sending
them whirling in intricate, invocative convolutions.

Most of her life Sam had felt other entities in her, around her,
through her, beings of light. She had never feared them, as children
often do, they were never monsters to her, foes, though she felt them
pushing and pulling. She saw them as guardians, or guiding spirits,
shielding, circling, centering, or sometimes as peers, doubles inhabiting
parallel worlds. They seemed to exist in a different dimension,
a lesser density, the ‘higher plane’ people spoke of. Her body was
comprised of them, theirs were composed within and without hers,
pervading yet discrete, as if assembled with the very same particles
but according to a disparate, preternatural mathematics, coexisting
at a higher velocity, wavelength, or amplitude, ever-present but at
the edge of cognizance.