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**** The house is quiet now. Outside, the snow has been falling steadily and it's drifting in heaps and piles around the yard. Everyone is home so she doesn't have to worry about her family. She can watch the snow as it coats the trees and the yard. Tomorrow, the schools will close and the children will trample over the yard. Leaving footprints and criss-crossing trails across the lawn. There will be snowmen and angels, forts and small mountains of snow. The silent, white and blue landscape will be transformed by red and green boots and noisy shouts. But, for now, the streets are still and the snow is an even blanket on the ground. In the family room, the fire has gone low and cold. A log crackles as it caves in on itself. An ember hisses when a snowflake falls through the chimney. She can hear his occasional snore as he sleeps on the couch. Later, when she goes to wake him up and pull him to bed, he will deny ever having slept. He will grumble his way up the steps and into the bedroom, where he will turn on the television just to prove he wasn't asleep. Upstairs, the children are playing quietly. They know they won't
have classes tomorrow but they haven't heard the official announcement
so they muffle their sounds. She hears giggles and soft hushes as
they think they are fooling It seems so simple now. She wraps her arms around her waist and leans
against the wall. Her fingers trace a light pattern over her ribs.
Beneath her fingertips, her ribs contract and expand as she sighs
softly. It really was so She is older now and somewhere in the years between the woman she
once was and the woman she has become, she grew quiet. Not silent,
but the things that swirled insider her have settled, disappearing
somewhere into the dark. She knows what love is now. It's apples,
sugar, and cinnamon. It's simple, sweet, and a little spicy. It's
stirred carefully in a heavy bowl with a wooden spoon to form an easy
recipe for happiness. An easy list of ingredients, but harder to learn
the technique of coating each apple slice so that there is just the
right amount of cinnamon and sugar. But like everything else, it gets
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