I watch half of a TV show I don't like before I get bored and turn it off. My phone is in the kitchen, so I miss the text from my neighbors inviting me to join them in the park for night sledding.
I can see it: the moon, almost full, in a sky scoured clean by the day's snowstorm, the bite of cold wind, turning my eyeballs to crystal.
I lay in bed, a little uncomfortably warm, exhausted from a day of work, and read some poetry, dreaming of moonlight glittering on snow.
One year ago today: Whatcha Thinking?
Two years ago today: Too Many Teeth
Three years ago today: The Longest Joke Ends When You Die