Ice Storm!

I remember laughing and playing in the snow. We were too old to play, but something about the white crystal palace our street had become beckoned us to do something.

I remember a full week of sleepless nights, when my electric fan was powerless, and wishing I could get past the cold.

I remember being stuck inside my house, trying to huddle next to the fire so I could read without the book shaking from my hands.

I remember going with my dad to help my grandparents with firewood, who had hung big sheets of fabric from the ceiling, trying to corner the heat into one place.

I remember my damned dog, running around, trying to carry a tree limb in his mouth like it was a twig, slipping and sliding and tripping with a wagging tail, and everyone around me laughing.