finally winter

I attempted to walk the dog tonight in the snow that I have fantasized about for months; the quiet kind that seems only to fall upon Colfax avenue. The dog walked halfway down the block then stopped in his tracks and led me back to my back door. I shared in his relief. The cold months are burdensome for those who cannot be contained, but the two of us are not frightened of confinement; wherever we go, we are comforted by the thought that we might shortly be on our way back home. The nostalgia that once suffocated me within these walls has subsided into a transient state of tired melancholia. We will wake up and we will have our coffee, and then we will eventually go back to bed.