cold weather diary, 1.

today is the first real cold day here and i am remembering waking up on a snowy morning in pittsburgh. i was supposed to take driving lessons but they were cancelled because of the snow. it's high school, of course, and i'm sleeping on the third floor of a big old house on briarcliff rd., right on the edge of frick park. i look out of her window, and everything is covered in bright white - the trees, the beautiful houses, the road and the cars. there is still snow falling. it sounds like someone playing the piano. lacy is laying next to me - like always when she sleeps, her mouth is open a little. rachel's boyfriend comes to wake us up. jumping on the bed, ruffling the sheets and crawling into bed with us. it's chilly in the room. the house feels a little empty, like it'd always had to me. the snow makes it seem even quieter, even more fragile, even more secretive - even more mysterious to me - even more foreign than it'd seemed to me before. rachel stands at the end of the bed laughing at us as lacy and i yell at him to get out of the bed.