Boxes

Everybody delights in asking me if I brought the weather with me when I moved here. I laugh like I know they're kidding, but not so hard that they suspect the truth. You see, for the past few nights I've been unwilling to sleep. Instead I sort through the boxes in my closet. There are three that contain Alberta weather; blistering sun, blistering snow, and blistering cold. I've only opened the snow so far as last night; but really, these people are asking for it.