the early morning sun
lights the crusty snow
the ceiling fan quietly turns
the heater whispers warm air
nothing moves outside
but a doe scratching her ear
an old jeep drives slowly into view
turns into the drive across the street
a brightly clad arm appears
a fat newspaper lands on the porch
the jeep leaves driven by a graying man
in a bright western shirt
his passenger is bundled in a down jacket and cowboy hat
the doe is gone
the ceiling fan continues to turn
the crusty snow is a little brighter
nothing moves outside
The Ace Hotel Notebook 