I love gray cold winter mornings

because years ago in my youth

I went with my father in early December

to get a Christmas tree or something

on exactly this kind of day

I really can't remember exactly what we were shopping for

nor why we were all home together

on a weekday morning

but we were and we were doing some common

family household stuff


and mornings exactly like this

bitter gray and cold (there might have been

some flurries...I can't be sure)

but something floods back into my consciousness

on mornings like this

that opens such a sense of that moment in time and space

that no longer exists

except in my sense-memory...



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