De Se Brosser La Lune

First Snow of the Season

I love that in the snow our table becomes a flying saucer with its landing gear down.


The bus was ninety minutes late and though the view from Aurora Bridge was compensatory, I'm still billing Metro for frostbite.


Then fell the night and rendered the roads an apocalyptic gridlock, this kid getting home, by bus and on foot, in five hours and relieved beyond words when stumbling down the hill to see that the power was still on.

Speechless Tuesday