on a breather from this bonus day i watch the long-awaited snow show up. it falls in stop-motion frames, posing perhaps for my photo, which never turns out and isn’t worth sharing at all. per the plan, i was to be airborne, convention-bound by 8am. instead i was given a bonus day: to eat one more home-breakfast, enjoy one more slow work day alone, squeeze in one more sleep perchance to feel a bit more peace before leaving once more. i snatch them up: twenty-four extra bunches of sixty-minute bouquets, sweet with seconds that would otherwise be frozen by the snow – heavy, wet, and hardly worth the mess – a welcome surprise.