February, 2009 — Gracie Donovan

February, 2009

Gracie Donovan

When I think of red scarves in the snow I think of February, 2009. When I would sit outside for hours my back against a mound of snow, face up towards the sky as I watched snowflakes fall

fall

fall Just to feel them tickle the tip of my nose with their coolness

But sometimes when I think of red scarves in the snow I think of how I don’t really know where they sell adult snow pants and I, at least, don’t have a pair

So if I wanted to go out into the snow, to sit in the backyard, I’m not really sure if I could or, I could, but I’d have to wear my regular old clothes. Maybe a hat, some gloves, boots to protect the important bits.

But maybe the cool press of the snow the wetness seeping into my jeans and sweater would finally wake me up would finally jolt me from this dream of Red scarves in the snow

We were always losing our scarves Back then Our gloves, hats sometimes even a tooth to the Icy crunch of a chewed up icicle