Tuesday, January 8, 2013
An old man in a darkened house in another country.
Snow. Deep. White. Sparkling in the generous sunlight.
And hot cocoa.
He is talking to a neighbor, only a light jacket to protect against the cold.
A young girl arrives.
She is upset, depressed for some reason unknown to me.
I make hot cocoa for her.
She feels better but does not smile.
And I wonder why I am there, a guest in this man's house, making cocoa for this girl.