sink down into the snow that’s so powdery there is no
wet, only flakes of ice crystals mixed with air.
“This reminds me of something.”
I think it again and again as I’m walking through the
snow that isn’t really snow at all, it’s . . . it’s . . .
potato flakes! I realize that it what the snow brings to mind:
instant potatoes spread across the hillsides.
Eat the snow: it is cold and freezing and cold.