The Winter of 96

I just stepped out and saw all the snow and am reminded of the Winter of 96. My daughter and I were holed up at our place, my dad offered to come get us but there was too much snow, so we walked, walked until a fellow Filipino saw us, picked us up, and gave us a ride there. I remember how the city was at a standstill and that all we could do was enjoy the snow. How the corner store near my parents' place was pretty well ransacked and how I raided my parents' freezer and gave away whatever we could find to help friends nearby make a decent meal.
Kim, the great walker, was not deterred by that snow. I remember seeing him after his long walks, his face flushed and his eyes glowing from the combination of the cold and spending time in the beautiful outdoors. While others might have grumbled about the inconvenience of it all, not Kim. He relished in it.

I see the snow and the beauty of it all and remember you, Kim.