Snow

It’s snowing in eastern Massachusetts tonight.

The 5 o’clock commuter train from Boston nearly overshot the platform completely. Passengers from the lead cars had to tramp through the woods. The conductor quipped that the track must be slick.

My wife and son met me at the train station.

When we get home, my son is very excited. “Play tag daddy!”

He’s three. He loves to be chased round the kitchen table. “Get me, get me”, he says. It’s apparently ferociously funny when I change direction on him. He’s laughing too hard to run.

“Play hide seek!” I ask him him who will count first. “Daddy count.”

He always hides in the same place — under the dinning room table. He giggles uncontrollably. I pretend I can’t find him.

My family is all asleep now. I can hear a snow plow and the wind outside.