Snow on a Monday
Here I am, sat in my chair, my feet up on the low sill, a gesture that makes me feel a little inch closer to me. I call today "Monday" though I suspect the day is indifferent to the name. It's snowing. Snow globe sized flakes tumble against gravity, resist their fall. I like to imagine each one yearning to be suspended in air for as long as possible before disappearing into the warmer ground. I'd call it romantic if today were a Sunday.
