Winter Weather Warning

I drove my parents up to Syracuse just now, flung them onto the airport departures curb, kissed them goodbye, and hightailed back to Binghamton ahead of the snow which is now falling heavily and silently from the sky. E, eyes watery and pink, just informed me that
‘when I think of you, I think of your parents.’
She is very sad.
R is very sick.
A is racing cars, ‘Theeeese twwwwo caaaars are raaacing and……..the oooone thaaat wiiiins wiiillll get the goooldeeeeeen trophyyyyy.’ A for reasons only known to himself, is now always speaking in slow motion.
G is having a nap.
And I, secretly, am praying for all those poor babies out there that are being born today and won’t be having a birthday for years and years.