snow

The flakes are so big that they cast shadows.
A shadow play of snow in the alley.
Maiko and I walking arm in arm, the boys chatting behind us.
Look look look! we shout.
They are not impressed.

It doesn't take long for a drift to form on my turquoise tam
(imported from Flin Flon MB)
A snowflake lands on my nose.
I leave it there.
They don't so much fall as float down to us.
Filling the sky.
Padding the streets.
Slowing down and muting the city.
It never snows like this in Calgary.

Home now I've turned up the heat.
My tam dries on the rack.
A cup of tea.
Pyjamas.
And then sleep.
And dreams of snow.

A huge improvement upon the dreams of last night: me planning conferences. I am so very used to sleeping alone that one other body has the impact of a convention. A pleasurable, joyful convention. With lots of balloons and free food and drink. But busy and full. "Just rest," I tell myself, "you don't need to sleep. Just rest." (But don't feel bad, because I do rest and the recharge is slightly different, a different power source we're hooking into.)

I covet the memory foam pillows.
one day... one day...