First Thoughts Upon Rising

 

“Writing is both mask and unveiling.”E.B. White

There’s a lot of melancholia going ‘round…Pete’s passing…my uncle not doing so well…mom over 90 and what may be or what will be…so before I even got out of bed, this just came to me:

We used to welcome the falling of the snow.

Fred would take the kids sledding

I’d prepare the waiting cocoa

And for one stolen moment, the world was just about us.

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