aluminum fever in your soul. finding yourself dreaming in silver. dreaming of snow falling quietly. snowshoes leaning up against the steps. my prints disappearing as the white stuff comes down.

home is where you stop. or it use to be. conversation. no reservations. jigsaw puzzles for goodness sake! no schedules. looking someone in the eye. telling stories all night. a crackling fire. unhooked.

every where i went today, people were talking about how they were dreaming of spring. all these things they wanted to do. time was a wastn'. they felt so pent up. cabin fever, they said.

sometimes I wonder if we have just plain forgotten how to unhook. and enjoy the silence.

the news says the snow has gotten hung up in the western mountains. it is taking it's own sweet time.

i know when it arrives, it will grab us all by the scruff of our collars and silence the fluttering. this is the moment in the story where speckled dog lets out a big 'ol deep sigh. tonight i am going to try again to dream in silver.

dreaming of snow nirvana.