A Change in the Weather

And to think I lay there last night with all this going on, sleeping as the snow fell, or started to fall, its first flakes ... the first of what fell onto the Ukraine from Russia, from boots on the ground to missiles striking Kiev, where all of Christian Russia is said to have come from, something Christian Putin may have mentioned in his longer-than-the-West-is-accustomed-to televised address, his justification for invasion ... the snow God lets fall, for whatever reason, to slow something down, change the conditions to keep something worse from happening, something more traumatic than having to shovel it, we'll never know -- because it didn't happen ... and last night's snow, it sticking, how we would watch for that as kids, what stuck snow allows for, from weapons systems (snowballs) to public sculpture (snowmen), glued to the window of Mrs Williams's music class, on the ground floor beside the "GIRLS" entrance -- "It's sticking!" cried Janice Tepoorten, and even though we could see it for ourselves, we cheered its sticking, we cheered it all the same.