One morning, Ervin woke me and said, ‘Look!’ So I sat up, fumbled for my glasses and, vague and glassy-eyed, I looked. Everything was white and I thought, ‘Why has he woken me for a heavy fog?’ Then I saw fluttery things — snowflakes! I was wide-awake, into my clothes and on my bottom at the bottom of the stairs before he could say, ‘Be careful; it’s slippery.’
before they hit
I long to see
Many snapshots later, we came in for a cuppa, and the phone rang.
‘Mum,’ said a plaintive voice, ‘Is it snowing at home?’ It was our daughter, ringing from her Dad’s place where it wasn’t snowing. She had heard about it on the radio and was so disappointed. ‘I’ve never seen snow.’
‘I know Darling, neither had I. Do you want me to come and get you.’
‘Dad says it’ll melt before I get there.’
‘He’s probably right; it is already melting’
‘Can you put a snowball in the freezer for me?’
So I went out under dripping trees to form some melting snowballs. They were already slush-hard, so when she retrieved them, I had to tell her not to kill anyone.
that melts as she wonders