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

was heavy, absolute—the kind of silence that only comes after a storm, when the world is holding its breath.

I got up, threw a knitted robe over my shoulders, and went down to the kitchen. I put the kettle on the stove, lit the burner, walked to the window—

And froze.

The yard was covered in untouched snow, smooth and perfectly white, the kind of pristine continue reading …