Nostos Algos

Remember when we would be showered with frozen crystals

Falling slowly from the atmosphere

Piling up on every vaguely horizontal surface

Once or twice a year

I think I still remember when it used to snow

But it feels like a dream

I remember being woken at the sunrise

Through the open window by polyphony

From a hundred post-jurassic archaeopteryx

Living in the trees

I think I still remember how they used to fly

It's like a fantasy