Cell memory…
In January and February, during the shortened days and the exhausted living…I remember the feel, the odd combination of terror and invigoration…the desire to remain forever under thick blankets.
Standing late at night outside the heated house, wearing thick socks…observing the warm lights in the living room window. There was chili, hot buttered biscuits and apple pie waiting in the kitchen; I imagined the delectable tastes as the snow actually crackled and split with cold…when my skin roughened as breath hung frozen in air.
Watching blue snow that glittered brightly under the moon…eating scalding hot french fries with mustard as I walked home late in the evening from a basketball game…not being able to feel my finger tips while my tongue burned…
690 Saint Paul 