Be Here Now

I’m happy it is winter. I adore the cold snap when my face freezes up into one unanimated position and my breath turns into ice and crashes to the ground. Last week the river glassed over. Stopped. It is a false illusion, probably a 1/4 “ deep. If you tried to walk on it you would be churned downriver in the vicious current. Later. Around late February you can walk it. There is a neighborhood teenage boy who walks it to school when he misses the bus. In the summer I have seen him swim it. He is interesting. All of the deer have disappeared.