December 2009
3 posts
Silent Night
“It’s a good night to be home. It’s snowing. It’s snowing hard. I just arrived home from a friend’s house, where I sat with his mother at a kitchen table and discussed the aftermath of her husband’s funeral. I walked the dog through the snow and he pranced and jumped and romped around like he has never seen it before. Maybe he hasn’t. He’s only been mine for less than a year.
I walked...
