Fast forward. I'm back in snow after 20 years. The first winter when I looked out the window to snow piled up outside, I wondered, "What do I do now?" It took a couple of winters to get the right footwear and the right clothes.
And the verdict? My sister (in Atlanta) joked and said a rescue mission to get me might be in order and I'm almost at the point of agreeing. But I can't give up (at least, not yet). Should I try snowshoes? Or just stay in, watch Netflix, read Scandinavian crime novels, and drink red wine? I can emerge pasty white and shivering in April.
Part 2 of my bus series.
11
The light is dying
This city is dying
One
burnt building
a day.
A leaf
falls.
At the bus stop
a man asks
are you
the baby girl
and,
I say
yes, I am.
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