my sister told me that the first time I saw snow I wouldn’t stop crying. I thought the ground had disappeared. That if we stepped in the snow we would just keep sinking. I remember the fear as a question no one would answer.  My best thinking is magical thinking. He will return wearing his green fleece jacket reporting no weather just the long walk across stillborn pavement. It has only made him tired, legs shaking, hot to the touch.

kdecember is my new years resolution.