Snow day

It’s Monday, my power has been out since 5am, and it’s snowing. These are powerful triggers for missing Paul.

I have a magical memory of the first time we had a snow day here. Really, it was an “ice” day and the world looked like it had been glazed over with marshmallow fluff. We walked to the 6th ave Safeway to get snacks, came home and watched movies. Started with the Ice Storm, naturally. We fantasized that next time it snowed, we would cross-country ski through the neighborhood.

Paul loved snow, and he could tell you everything there is to know about it. And he wanted everyone to enjoy it, even Karl.

As I knew I would, I survived the power outage. I found the camp stove so I could make coffee, I took Emmet for a walk in the snow to the park, and now I will survive this Monday. But it will never be the same without him.