The snow has been falling steadily from when i first chaned a glance out of my back window at seven this morning until now, here, with me curled up inside this silent house fleeing the cold. I feel as though i’ve been here before; not just last winter. Something about that steady pile of snow on my tiny back roof — easily three inches now, and all the snowy ledges of the houses across from my backyard. I don’t feel the same, but that tiny window into the frozen world outside reminds me of how i used to. Feel.


The best part is that i can make snowballs without even leaving my room. In my underwear, even. I wonder if hamsters like snow…