Snow Globe

It's the type of night you want to dance in the firelight, because the world looks like it is going to sleep outside. Our home is in a snow globe. It looks pretty, but is chaotic. For some reason the state of the art stereo system from 1990 isn't playing Christmas music. Its silence heightens my awareness of the frost on the window, and the way your hair floats when you twirl. I ask you to spin again, so that I can move you into me, and we slow dance to unheard Christmas music while the blizzard carries out in our heads.