Our Snow-Covered Lives

Sometimes it seems like so much, but then often it doesn’t seem like anything at all, and then we no longer know what to say. Even here, the days are so slow, failing around us like lazy snowflakes as we trudge on through these winters of our lives. I have seen you staring out into the blank whiteness of our snow-covered lives and I have wondered what you are seeing out there.

Are they the days of our spring? Our so long ago, when it was all green and sunshine and a sudden sharp shower, which would race us into cover of the trees where we would kiss the raindrops off each other’s faces before slowly tumbling to the still wet grass as our clothes fell all around us.

Then we had the summers as we sat watching children fall and run around us, finding all those places that had once been so secret and special to us, finding the shapes of their own lives being formed around them by these places that were once only our own.

Then came our autumn as our children fell into their own lives like the fruit heavy on the tree, and we turned back to face each other, to see each other for the first time in far too many years with both of us taking those first hesitant steps towards knowing each other again, and how to be alone together once again.