The baby cried at five in the morning. I took him from my husband.

The house was dark.
Outside, the world had gone white.

My husband didn’t go back to sleep.
He left instead. Picked up breakfast.

We sat in the living room while it was still dark.
Snow moving past the window.
Warm cups in our hands.
The baby between us.

The earth stood still that day. But only for us.