A hommage to my favorite song by Billy Joel

I now observe, with my growing age, patterns in my life. Years go by in flashes of soft white; between snow and sand. As Winter falls across the north in deep cold, I relish in the snow like a new playground. From my childhood to today, we'd sled everywhere, have endless snowball fights, build igloos, go skating, go skiing, make hot chocolate and stay cozy with our noses and cheeks a glowing pink. I love all the wonderful fun of decorating the house with holly, singing by the

A short essay pulled from Virginia Woolf's madness and my own influenza