Day 4: On the edge of the mining town…

Thurmond, WV by Leann Arthur, flickr

On the edge of the mining town, my brother crushes up pills for the Snow Queen. He said one night she came to him in a dream and whispered secrets of the shattered mirror and the way to Gerda. I said I am always up for an adventure and swoosh, blue snow up the nose and we are floating. I have never seen such beauty, such perfect whiteness, and I vaguely feel my brother’s hand as it squeezes mine, and I know I will never go back, even if our mother begs and pleads, even if Granny pleads to the heavens. I will never leave this deep sleep of my Lapland, my Never Never.