first day of March

Today, there was a fast, thick, wet snow. It fell parallel to the ground – the city looked a bit like an old movie, with the horizontal white lines over men in black coats and black newsboy caps. The buses were slow today, so people waited a long time at the bus stops, and the snow began to make peaks on the piles on our heads and shoulders and bags. On the ceilings of the marshrutkas, there were perfect circles of snow melting. I left one, too. They’re from the people who had to stand on the bus pressing their heads to the ceiling to keep balance.