Winter 1903 – The Song of the Blizzard


Justine lifted her head. “There. Did you hear it this time?” she asked.

I listened. There, perhaps, in the howl of the blizzard was a sound of greater lament. For a moment I wished the cabin walls were less thick so that I could better hear the outside world. The moment passed quickly. “Have you been hearing it all night?” I asked.

She nodded. “It started in the south and has been moving north.”

“So it has passed us?”