He’s checking the weather on his computer screen.
He has a certain tension about him that’s not usually there.
It feels almost as though he is already gone,
as I watch him put on his winter gear.
And then quickly, one hug and he is gone.
It’s always this way when it snows.
Time spent alone, looking out the window
at the white flakes falling.
A walk alone in the snow, hearing the crackling of my footsteps.
Always alone in the snow.
Just me and the snow.
In response to the December writing challenge. Inspired by.