Image courtesy Kym Mckinnon
I woke briefly at four a.m. and looked out the front windows to the east, toward Kansas.
“Ah, it snowed again. But not so much. I’ll sleep another hour then I can just use the broom on the walkway, decks and cars.”
I fell back asleep, dreamed of an earnest discussion with Aaron Sorkin about his Chicago 7 picture. He was only moderately interested in what I had to say. I was animated and urgent.
Just now, at five-thirty, I looked out again, still mostly dark, with the sky turning lighter blue.
“Hmm. Did it melt already? It’s warm. Perhaps it never snowed?”
I looked west, toward the continental divide, to see the moon, waxing gibbous and 99% visible as the almanac says, slipping down over the ridge.
It was moon snow.
Or maybe I dreamed all of it.
I laughed, “You tricked me.”
Not even a whisper of a breeze outside.
Just very still as the light comes up.
-Geoff Shōun O’Keeffe