12/06/24

The season’s first snow is falling. Soft and gentle, it brings to mind our first days in our home. I remember stepping into this living room. I have never been so relieved to unlock a door. We’d spent the four previous months renting an apartment in a basement because the house we’d live in for over a decade was rendered uninhabitable in a severe weather event. We were only homeless for a few days and our good friends were happy to take us in. Still, the experience is not one I will forget.

It was sunny and mild the day we moved. The snow came just after we got settled. Big, generous drifts filled the driveway and heaped on the eaves. We unpacked. We relaxed. We basked in the quiet. It’s been four years but I’ve never stopped feeling grateful for the roof over my head.