I took a long walk tonight well past my bedtime. It was a winter wonderland walking through my quaint little southern town as I trudged down past the town square. The hush and still of a snow covered world was so palpable and comforting. It was as if my world was covered by a soft, thick blanket. Mute. Quiet. Calm. White as snow. Virgin, almost. It could have been a scene on a Christmas postcard.
I stopped by to see my favorite convenience store clerk on my way home. He was telling me tales of our various town (rednecks) inhabitants in their big four-wheel-drive trucks. "I've sold enough Budweiser tonight to boost Anheuser Busch's stock price," he told me, laughing. I chuckled along as I drank my hot chocolate and smoked my cigarillo. I was almost jealous of my redneck brethren. They were having so much fun, and a four-wheel-drive romp in the snow would have to beat the local mud hole. Country music blarin'. Empty cans of Budweiser rattling around in the truck bed. Marlboro's dangling from mustached lips.
We ended up with only an inch of the white stuff, but what fun it was. I thought it was a fitting gift from the weather gods that be for it to snow on my sixtieth day of sobriety -- something terribly rare this deep south -- almost as rare as my extended period of sobriety. It was also a milestone in that I didn't have to get sloshed to enjoy the snow. I enjoyed it sober. Lucid. Alert. Content, most of all.
Rosa was asleep in the bed when I arrived home. I popped open a diet coke and sat on the side of the bed as I took off my pants, shoes, and socks. I reached over and brushed the hair out of Rosa's face, and then petted Maggie. Rosa didn't stir. Maggie looked up as if she was smiling with that under bite. "Glad you're coming to bed," she seemed to impart. "Let me go write about this," is what I thought as I sat in front of this computer and started this tale. I felt so good, grounded, and alive. I felt like there was hope left in the world. It has been a very pleasant day and now I hope sweet dreams await. Good night or should I say good morning? Au revoir will have to suffice.