September 28/365 Songs 21

I’d walk through the snow barefoot, if you’d open up your door.

This love is serious. I’ve known snow, the kind that comes and stays without a thaw for months. On the prairies in Alberta, Canada, where Kathryn Dawn grew up, winter could send out fingers of snow in September, sometimes even August. How could you not open your door?

winter trees
Woods behind Highland Avenue, Wellsville

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