Skating

The streets had now become
large skating rings, people were
walking delicately- gliding
cautiously.

Snow hardened quickly
like glass, it was shiny.

She new how to dress and how
to keep warm, she was canadian after all.

But she had dreamt the night before that
she was walking in the middle of all the snowflakes
when she spotted a lamppost that had fallen into the snow
but the light was still flickering- It made her
cry and think of quebec and the alley ways that made
her feel alive.. when she woke up she wondered how much
of all of this did she misunderstand- they were words after all
- simple enough, she had misunderstood