snow pie

Yesterday’s snow was a poor attempt at a pie crust with too much water, too warm. It froze all lumps and hard edges. Today we try again, this time with snow sifted into a fine powder. It falls imperceptibly, accumulates beyond our expectations, light and fluffy.

It should be delicious.

Later we drive out into the storm – not like us, but worth it to see tall buildings disappear into swirling snow, superheated cars creep through the cold, dark faces inside lit by glowing dials.

We finally slip from our own cocoon
into another – our garage…
and another – our home…
and another – our bed.