The snow began to fall this evening. Translucent flakes of white drifting to the ground and melting into nothing. I watched from the kitchen window, in the warmth, as I scrubbed my hands in the sink.
The flakes thickened and hurtled towards the earth, battering the frozen ground. From graceful ballet to frenzied tango in a handful of moments.
The snow changed the landscape white, into a blank canvas. A fresh start. It even covered the new grave I dug behind the rose beds. That gave me more time. I turned the taps off, letting the murky, red water drain away.