After a weekend’s worth of snow storm, below freezing temperatures, and icy rain, we get a 50°F Monday with lush and swooping street-level fog. I’m off today because of Reyes. Yesterday was rough. But fog fixes things, warmer weather fixes things, so does writing and Reyes and a good night sleep and a self-imposed day off that makes no sense to anybody around me but me. In celebration, I had my coffee and Reyes-gifted little can of Vienna sausages outside, in the back stoop (yes, “salchichas”… in honor of the kid I once was). I put out the compost and touch the sludgy snow with my bare hands. And I make a tiny snowman. Immediately. And two friends. A little family maybe? The Three Kings? I think both. Because they’re magic. And magic has everything you want.
If you got the goods, make some tiny snowmen today! xoxo