Never-Ending Winter
Last night I went to sleep at on the top floor of the Fort Greene Observatory. I was wearing a cotton night gown and my cover was a double blanket. The cold seeped through the windows and a little past 3am I woke to a chill. The outside temperature was wavering in the teens. This winter was breaking records all across America.
I got up and grabbed a Hudson Point blanket from the closet. The Haida Indians of the tundra called them Baahlaads gyaa’adaay. The wool covers were valued trade items for fur, because they were easier to sew than a bison skin.
It was warm.
I fell asleep dreaming of Thailand and my kids.
I woke to cold dawn.
Winter wasn’t leaving any time soon.
Fotos by Gwen O’Neill