COFFEE & BISCUITS

The first real snow of 2008. It happened a little past midnight on December 1st. The lights were already off, the curtains down. And I heard it before I saw it. I was already snuggled up in bed, half drifting off with Dostoevsky’s “Brothers Karamozov” in my hands. Then I heard some tinkling at the windows in the bedroom, as if Tinklebel herself was tapping at the window pane. I jumped out of bed and lifted the curtains, then saw the miniature house in the garden of my neighbor house covered in white. The little playground around it paved with white. Misty white as far as one could look to downtown. The many pieces of snowflakes carelessly undulating in the December winds of Chicago.

The next morning, there was no more wind, only left is the quietness of the aftermath of a snow storm.  I quietly treaded on the soft carpets of silky powders, on the quiet streets.