This morning, when I woke up, we had finally been hit with snow. We're down 30 inches this season, which is difficult on us sadomasochistic Minnesotans. Even though I knew it would be a traffic nightmare to get to work, there was something that was so peaceful and unexpected about waking up to a street, glowing blue-white with snow.
I wrote this while I was stuck in traffic on the way to work, on a small notepad that a friend of mine bought for me in Japan. Very dangerous, but in this case, necessary before the haiku flitted away.
Our First Storm of the Season
When we woke today,
streets were swathed in snow, erased.
Everything has changed.
I wrote this while I was stuck in traffic on the way to work, on a small notepad that a friend of mine bought for me in Japan. Very dangerous, but in this case, necessary before the haiku flitted away.
Our First Storm of the Season
When we woke today,
streets were swathed in snow, erased.
Everything has changed.
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