The snow-snug sky changing to rain
is comforting as an afghan
crocheted by Mom
forty years ago
of Days of Our Lives
or General Hospital.
I'm at Gail Ann's Coffee Shop
(cream, two sugars)
refreshed by the sight and feel
of weather that keeps
most people indoors
if they have their druthers.
Across the street, the Regent Theatre
advertises a Janis Joplin tribute.
The Book Rack opens at 10:00.
I should be asleep, really,
having been up since the wee hours,
but I'm enjoying writing to you
from suburban Boston
three days before the New Year.