The Winter Of My Life

Winter is cold and windy, and I am bitter. Today a good friend and I drove half an hour through the pine woods of Maine to explore Waterville. We drove up and down the main streets of Waterville to see the sights, we had a lovely lunch with gregarious table companions, we spent an hour at the Colby College Museum of Art admiring everything from fragile antiquities to gigantic modernisms, then suddenly we were so tired we hurried home. After our pleasant little excursion I slept for hours, waking only after dark when the rest of my day was lost, a melancholy metaphor perhaps. It is clear that sooner or later the deepest sleep will overtake my life.

The Winter Of My Life

by Annmarie Throckmorton 2022