Inside of a city always lurks those places people keep to themselves. They are great places and need to be shared. But not with the wrong person. He thought about this as he watched the stumbling elementary students navigate the open white space that was their playground. Sitting inside a neighboring cafe with a warm drink. Did these children have places like that? Were they as important as the similar places the adults they gazed up at knew about? He thought that their places would be better. Tunnels dug into the sides of snow banks. The safety beneath a snow covered elm. Snow that changes their play time is the same snow the adults curse as they arrive home after a day of work. He didn’t know why he had been thinking about these things. No one would know. But he guessed anyways. Maybe because he knew he had to shovel.

Always follow the road home. If it disappears, just relax. Feel it out and you’ll be just fine.

Outside Edmonton lies a dangerous wilderness.