Thank you for the snowfall this afternoon, fat flakes falling on a green lawn that made it seem like it was not snow but something different altogether. A strange and unexplainable summertime phenomenon. Like magic.
Thank you for Colfax, where a person might strap a boom-box to their wheelchair and spend the entire day camped out at the bus station outside EZ Pawn. And three times a day you can hear the bells on the pushcart of an older Mexican man selling popsicles in the street outside our house.