Night Snowman

I took Minnie for a walk. The night was glowing, Some mix of gloam & street lights. Missing the west coast majesty but compelled by the mid west grit. The virgin snow. The lines of houses. Norman Rockwell big city mix.

Next block down the neighbor kid was building a snowman in his front yard. Alone in the quiet night. God damn. It moved me. Almost tore me in half. Maybe just the purity of it, for no one but him & the night and the snow.