Clouds like I’ve never seen before.
In Texas, stormers are huge, black
beasts. These are big, all right.
But they’re white, with giant silver
underbellies. Bellies, I hear,
that will open and bleed snow.
The threat of an approaching blizzard
is frightening. Exhilarating.
FRIGHTENING AND EXHILARATING
The words sum up a lot of what
I’m thinking about right now. A
blizzard
seems the least of my worries.
Let’s see. Closer and closer
to Reno, the thought of home-
coming
looms like a monster, spreading
its arms in some kind of welcome.
The idea of meeting long-lost
family seemed a whole lot
better
in Texas. Especially waltzing
in on Christmas Eve. I can hear
it now. “Would y’all just
look
what Santa brought this year!”
Except they don’t say “y’all”
in Nevada, do they? OMG.
I so don’t belong here. But,
for