Snow

My dad checks the weather everyday and every night. Once for Istanbul, once for New York. Last week he got snowed in. And today, I'm inside--watching snow dust whirl over sunken Carroll gardens. White speckles fill the gaps between four-story brick buildings. My dad looks down on his street and sees cars covered in absolute white. I hear the shovels scratching stoops and sidewalks.

Soon, we will meet by the water. Sun will get in our eyes. We will brace the chilling Mediterranean and swim in blue, following each other.