Neige

There goes another night, an instant switch of scenery snapping onto my bedroom window. The snow now blanketing the lawn, I heaved a sigh, my throat and tonsils cursing. Sniffling and shuddering, my five-year-old self stares intently at the snow. She smiles; I grin. It’s lovely, yet I fear the expected, and the unexpected, too.

Good morning. It’s winter time.