Snowed In

It was like a snowstorm from the distant past, starting as thick white flakes, then, as the temperatures dropped, becoming like grains of icy sand in a blinding sandstorm.Either way it sealed us in. It sat on our chests and stopped up our mouths.Anyway it stopped up mine.Every day of my life I get up at 5 and write 'til my back hurts. Not yesterday. Yesterday I woke at 7, took this picture, and got back into bed where I basically spent the whole day reading and dreaming. No TV.  No phone. No internet.David stayed home too but he shoveled four times, then cleaned out all the kitchen drawers and by  noon was seated at the dining room table getting a head start on the taxes.“TT!” he would yell cheerily every time he came into the bedroom. “Lazy old TT!” he would say. But I just looked up from my pillow and smiled a guilt-free smile.  Finally at 5, I lit this candle and watched the night come on. I knew we could lose power any minute with the high winds but I figured by then he'd be in the bed too and it would be like my favorite fantasy. “Pretend we’re in a boat on a tossing ocean,” I say when we curl up together. “Old Mr. and Mrs. Astor going down with the Titanic,” he often says back.We were sealed in all day and night and it was loveliness itself.