I want it to snow so hard
that everyone is shut in doors
with their own thoughts, and
everyone is wary of their own fronts, and
no one wants to go out during the day, and
everyone wants to sleep until noon, and
red wine tastes good at every day's end, and
fire is not an excuse to get together, and
hard work always pays dividends, and
every trip is an adventure, and
seeing people you haven't seen means something, and
every kind gesture is a little more, and
everyone is a little more miserable by default, and
the wind plays no favorites, and
everyone is late for reasons they can't define, and
everyone is just a little more open
in the face of mother nature's
carelessness, and
the only one watching out for you
is the heart at your elbow and
the handful of names in your phone book.
I want it to snow so hard
that the world stops and
never starts again.
