fuzzy (as in warm, but also as in sparks)

Like caterpillars we cocoon against each other, exchanging silken thread and pupa for flannel sheet and mattress. I twist round and around to make this: a shield of warmth, a shell of light. My armor against my other, a terrible darkness that seeks to sap me of my warmth and extinguish my flame.

The hairs on his neck grew as the air grew thicker and heavier, signs which he felt despite the elements resisting his presence: icicles forming on his beard, the rain pelting against his face and coat, and the wind almost pushing against his labored breathing.

"What a pisser," he thought to himself.

With a titanic BOOM, the promise of the static-laden air was fulfilled. He closed his eyes to the brilliant light, and let the thunder roll through him,

as if it were but echoes of his pulsating heart, 

murmuring off the mountains.