The winter took off

 

“In the thirty years I’ve lived here”, he says, “not once did this happen, not over night”. He looks at me with a beaming smile, like only Claude can. We watch in silence thick wads slowly but surely add to the over fifty centimeters of snow that fell last night. In places it has now grown to nearly a meter of pure white coldness. “Never in thirty years” he repeats.

 

I smiled back at him thinking I sure picked the perfect winter to start living on this mountain in a caravan.