A light snow is falling. There is a moon, and from her house on the ridge she can see darkness rolling in from the mountains to the east. What was it that he said? “Your eyes are as blue as a deep breath” and “The snowlight through the window on your breasts shines like the Parthenon at night.” She hears her husband’s truck downshifts on the long hill. Her boots squeak on the fresh snow. There is a moon.