As I write this to you, the snow is falling and it looks like...

...cotton balls in slow motion.

It's so soothing to look out from this chair, where it's warm, with a quilt covering my legs and this laptop heating it up. If I'm still and don't focus, there's a sense that my chair is rising up, because out the window the snow looks like falling stars passing by as I travel through space without moving.

I wish I could move this old fat chair through space and time. I know where I would go. I would go back to when I first saw her, young and full of energy, smiling at the world and open to all sorts of possibilities. I know I would see me too. I would be standing over there, next to her, watching me looking at her and here I would be, in my chair. The chair that moves through time and space.

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