Snow we got last week, gone by noon the next day. There was something about the street that night…and for a few seconds, it felt as if I stopped the car, opened the door, and stepped out, I could travel to another world, a past world. Time had stopped…and I didn’t want to take that next breath, cause you know when you do...the spell is broken.
“The past is a foreign country;
they do things differently there.”
Leslie Poles Hartley
