Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse - the horses
Conquest, War, Famine and Death
Pepsie is happy about the first snow.
"This morning there’s snow everywhere. We remark on it.
You tell me you didn’t sleep well. I say
I didn’t either. You had a terrible night. “Me too.”
We’re extraordinarily calm and tender with each other
as if sensing the other’s rickety state of mind.
As if we knew what the other was feeling. We don’t,
of course. We never do. No matter.
It’s the tenderness I care about. That’s the gift
this morning that moves and holds me.
Same as every morning."
"The Gift" by Raymond Carver (via flaowww)