First snow

The fog hugged the sky like a heavy blanket. Outside, the habitual blaring of the Brooklyn Boulevard - the sirens, the hurtling tires and impatient horns - was suddenly muffled, as if the day had finally covered its ears to the world. The lazy lovers laid in bed expectantly, their hearts soft, their eager bodies palpitating to the rhythm of a fresh romance. Each whimpering waft, every rustling leaf indicated its advent, like the hump of an ocean wave making its way from the distance. They held each other in silence, each second suspended in the anticipation of an important arrival. She drew the curtain aside, and just like that, as calm and angelic as the lullaby of a new mother, came the snow once again. 

-LBCH