Last Night

Winter in Massachusetts is long and cold. It also provides a special beauty. Winter reminds me of both the joy and despair of life. Childhood memories of snow days, hot chocolate, and sledding. The march of time. Death and rebirth. I find myself going out for walks after storms. Before everyone else has decided to leave the comfort of their warm homes. The softened sounds leave me alone with my contemplations. Snow hides the imperfections.