Before I had children, when I wanted them, but I did not have any, snow days were a particular kind of ache. A gentle throb of an ache, like fingers thawing after having held ice for too long. An ache of circulation, of feeling, of heart. Because snow days meant photos of families, happy faces, bobble hats, sweet mittens…
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