The cats and I spend the night in my parents’ basement, waiting for the snow. Swallowed by the darkness, I lose a sense of time and space. Even the howling outside is replaced by the bedside LED lamp’s buzzing. The storm could come and go and I would never know.
my grandfather
refused to be buried
underground—
the silence
the silence
Yay Words! 
really like this… touching and meaningful to anyone who is or who has a grandfather.
Thank you, Jerry. Glad you could appreciate this one.