An Elderly Woman Warned Me Not To Touch The Snow—The Next Morning, I Understood Why

hands wrapped around a cup of cold tea, and felt the house settle into its particular brand of emptiness—the kind that isn’t just the absence of a person but the absence of any reason for another person to be there.

Don’t touch the snow.

I shook my head. Foolishness. But something held me back from dressing warmly and going out with the shovel.

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