Memoir

Two Thousand Cubic Feet of Snow

If not you, who? If not now, when?

Photo by Hernan Carlos on Unsplash

December, 1992

Everyone else was late and I was waiting, alone in my car, staring out at the wintry dark. I still thought that the others would come.

Twelve inches of snow. Eight inches on top of the four on the ground in the morning. But it was falling…