Snow Fly

The Seattle Cancer Care Alliance building was closing at 10:00 p.m. when I got out of transfusion and waited for my cab on the inside of the glass doors. The lights inside the building where I stood made it difficult to see out but for a moment, the image I got from the street lights and concrete was a vision of snow on the outside. Fear and recognition swept over me. I'm a transplant patient and I'm headed for a Washington Island winter. Where will I walk on an island surrounded by ice, encased and blown in snow.