The clarity of the cold

Trees as It Snows, 2018, Archival Digital Print

A week of cold and a deepening appreciation of shelter. The phrase a roof over your head takes on meaning in sub-zero weather.  These days I am grateful to be warm, even in four layers indoors, to have a fireplace, a stash of dry firewood, a reliable furnace, a car that starts, and the pleasures of snow dreams. Last night I met a new family.  I wish I could recall the interior of their living room which had a lot of antique paisley drapes. Their son had introduced me to them.  I had met him at a party.  The rest is vapor.  I woke up having enjoyed my dream visit to a warmer clime.  In this frigid time the nights hold magic.


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