i stand outside and stare at the snow; dangerously mesmerizing as it's always been. i want to stand out here and watch it fall forever, watch and watch even as it covers me and i freeze to death.
i stand outside and catch flakes in my mittened hands. somewhere beyond the ring of the porch light an owl coos in the moon blue night. somewhere beyond that a pack of coyotes yip, yap, howl and hoot as they make their way across the fields, riling dogs as they go.
i stand outside and i stare at the snow. i wish there were wolves out there in the dark. i wish i could run into the snowy night and join them, flakes catching on fur and padding paws muffled in the perfect white silence.