Snow

I could have spent hours watching the snow fall last night. I love it. It's so peaceful. But I was getting kind of melancholy. I started thinking how when it snows like that, late at night, before anyone has a chance to sully it, it feels like I am the only human being on earth. And even though I was at Tom's, I felt so alone all of the sudden. He was off playing video games and I was reading Wicked. It was a perfect scenario for me: snow falling, comfy couch, great book, candles burning, hot tea. Except I was alone. Reading isn't a group activity, I don't know why it upset me so. I think I could make a fortune if I made a chair that was a giant heated teddy bear that would hug you when you read while watching the snow.