Once when I was walking down the street and the cold was so bad that it was shaking my fingers and my bones and we were trying to make our way to the subway station and the cold was getting worse and worse and then there were flurry things blurring my vision; almost dust and then I realised it was snow and I couldn’t believe it and no one expected snow in March but I knew, I knew it could happen because extraordinary things followed my wake and I was looking up at the grey sky and the snow was falling and I was thinking, I am so lucky, I am so lucky, I am so lucky.
Later on the train everything turned to white and I kept leaning over my neighbour to look out the glass, to make sure the world out there was real.
woah. I love this one. what memories..how beautifully shared.