I woke up this morning with vivid dreams/memories of my winter in SLC. The grime of the city was washed away by the snow. Everything was quiet and a little heavier. Isaiah and I took walks in the snow, and one day we found a fat shi tzu that we carried back to it’s owner, several blocks away. The owner lived in a strange little house that was hidden in the city, down an alley, hidden by large, landscaped homes. We went home afterwards and Isaiah hung his pants over the radiator to dry, which they did, stiff. The city was closed for inclement weather that day, but it seemed to open up everything. We were both so different then. I know that for a fact.