'i waited for you,' she said, 'two hours freezing in this stupid snow' - she
clutched her purse in gloved hands - wrinkles at the eyese showing
anger - down turned mouth clenched thin - hair wet - the curls gone
where the flakes would land and soak slowly into
he watched the snow fall - thick wet heavy flakes - not a single memory
amongst them - not a single thing that mattered - piling up - thick - wet
'i waited for you,' she said, pulling the tears back into her eyes poisoning
her smile - standing in thin black high heeled shoes - shivering in her wet
red wool coat that reached to below her knees
he did not speak - just shrugged his shoulders - standing beside her - turned
slightly away - watching the snow accumulate - on the trees - the roofs - the parked
cars - the clothing of others
he wanted to look at her - the small white face - green eyes - red hair darkened
by the melting snow - couldn't - clenched fists in his pockets like a shiver through him
he found himself watching their reflection in a store front window - snow falling
between them - waiting for the image to absorb into the thin white light inside
he shifted his weight from foot to foot - feeling the cold in his toes
the thin white light inside
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the thin white light inside
"Clarence said a striking thing about rowing that I've always valued ... that he liked rowing because you were approaching life backward. You could clearly see the past, and you glanced quickly at the future over your shoulder.' Jim Harrison.