Winter Wonderland.

it's nearly time for you to be waking. i have not yet been to sleep. outside my window everything is mantled in snow, which makes the world a quieter place. it's the middle of the night, the part that bends toward inevitable morning. i climb out of bed, boil water, make myself a bowl of angel hair, steamy hot against the night. i think of you sleeping far away, and i want to send my love to you.