FALLING

‘I’m still in bed,’ she said when I phoned at half one.
‘If it makes you feel any better,’ I said, ‘I didn’t get up til twelve.’
‘It does,’ she said. ‘Thanks.’
It was snowing lightly when I looked out the window after the sound of the text saying, ‘It’s snowing,’ arrived and woke me.
A little later sitting in my front room having left uneaten half my breakfast bowl of porridge and unusually drinking a coffee before tea was when I phoned her.
‘I’m watching Downton Abbey,’ she said. ‘They’ve been showing the whole series in one go.’
‘Nice binge,’ I said.
We talked TV and films a while. I stood up from the sofa, walked to the door opened to the balcony and saw Easton in the mist of the light snow she said was still falling.