(For Ali)

Every year we watched the first autumn snowfall together. I remember you so vividly, your black fur and ears silhouetted against the gray window as you stared in surprise at the falling white flakes.

As surprised as I always am, year after year, lost in this inexplicable beauty.

These are the ways we come together when we don’t have speech, saying “Wow, look at that!”

The falling snow is still beautiful to watch. I hope it will always feel like you’re sitting beside me, watching it, too.

Before, this was a shared moment beyond speech. Now it’s a shared moment out of time, beyond the divide of life and death.

is a writer & worrier. She lives in Paris with an eccentric Frenchman & a delightfully weird little boy. Besides them, she loves books, history, & cookies.

is a writer & worrier. She lives in Paris with an eccentric Frenchman & a delightfully weird little boy. Besides them, she loves books, history, & cookies.