In the deep midwinter
I know I know, everybody's sick to death of snow. But in the winter, when we were kids, my friend Meredith and I used to go ice skating late at night on a little pond in a little park right on the edge of town. We'd skate and talk and laugh and laugh, and when we would look up the sky would be dark and we could see the stars, and the world all around us would be white and quiet and still. And the part of me that loved snow then is the part of me that loves it now, and it's the same part of me that will always believe—just a little bit and on just the right kind of night—in fairy tales.