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

changed into a warm nightgown, and lay down. But I couldn’t read. The letters swam. My thoughts kept returning to the old woman—her clear eyes, her grip on my sleeve, the certainty in her voice that had nothing to do with superstition and everything to do with knowledge.

Something important is happening tonight, I thought, staring at the dark ceiling.continue reading …