The Most Wintery of Wintery Times

Winter in Madison, WI. A view of the Capital from State Street.
Winter in Madison, WI. A view of the Capital from State Street.

Inspired by a night time walk back from the library in 4 inches of fresh powder covering the sidewalks and yards of Beloit. It’s supposed to be -20 degrees here tomorrow. I’ve never felt that cold before, but I’m excited. I hear even eyelashes can freeze!

Snow Play

She walked home.

Her old bones harkened

the familiar complaints of a cold snap.

Sharp inhale, icey burn in her nose,

at the back of the throat, entering her lungs

which sent the chill out in every molecule of her bloodstream.

Even her insides knew the wind of winters like this one.

 

She walked fast

through drifting snow dunes

which shifted on the sidewalk

even before she reached them.

She imagined she was back in the desert

where sand caked the creases of her eyelids

and people smelled like salt from a non-existant ocean.

Her black boots squeaked in the new

and freshly pressed snowfall glittering beneath her.

 

She walked faster

until she was running.

Her boots weighed her every step

but she bounded forward

on suprised and youthful springs.

Powder fluffed up in a cloud of fairy dust

at her heels so her ecstatic and frigid energy

almost caused her to exclaim at the craziness of it all,

at the ridiculous sight of an old woman

playing in the snow like a child.

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