First Snow

Snow. When I lived in Los Angeles I would have given just about anything for a heavy snowfall. Even now being in Minneapolis for seven years I still get excited for a big snow. The natives get restless and I actually feel we never get enough of the stuff.

Snow

The fog is gently growing over the landscape. The corner of the room is slightly tipping into the elevator shaft. I can't touch or taste what is lying in my mind. I am biting clouds to remove the grit of the ocean. The windmills float air through the windows. The moisture rests on my face. It is trying to snow. Soon it will snow.