Quiet storm

 I don’t know why but even though it’s snowed many places I’ve lived, whenever it snows I think of the time I spent at Edgehill. When it would snow on that street, it was like the world was quiet and peaceful. I would remember driving home from Vanguard. What I thought were confusing and lonely years of my life actually turned out to be some great years. I would drive that long ride from Malvern. Grab some dinner at ACME. It was always a long ride with snow. Maybe 2-3 hours. I would usually go down the alley and then head up the street to find a spot. The door would be open. A dim yellow hue and steam on the front door glass. I can still see Pop Pop’s legs on the chair. Maybe watching the news or some program. I would walk in the door and he would say “there he is”....and I would drop whatever I had on the countertop and just decompress. We would watch tv and talk about anything. No pressure. Just relief that I didn’t have to be someone I wasn’t. He understood me. Not that many don’t. I miss those days and that house. I miss him. He made my life easier without really ever knowing it.