the snow is creeping in.
sluggish today in the overcast light, i stole an extra hour of sleep. trudged to work in warm boots against the falling snow, feet turning outwards over the drifts. listened to the radio all morning until the news and human interest stories and uncomfortable music interludes had me practically in tears, then baked the cookies and washed the dishes to bruce springsteen. the snow makes me homesick for the piney woods and wearing gators walking the dog. my feet in knit slippers slide over the wood floors quietly as i pace the long hall between here and the soup in the kitchen. it needs stirring, and that is an easy occupation. i wish again for the dog and the white silence of the darkening woods around my parents' house.