Early Snow3

It was 4:00 AM this morning and I was vaguely up. Elenka was in the same state and turned on TCM. An old Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers' movie was flickering across the screen. I think it was "The Story of Vernon and Irene Castle"(1939). 
Each year the early dusting of snow was a harbinger of another long winter in Maine. Elenka and I came from different places. I filled my winters with Old Maids with brother and sisters, attending high school basketball games at the Expo, hockey games around the kitchen table with pals, meetings of the Skeleton Club, and countless nights of sledding under the stars. Elenka growing up in Parsippany, NJ, on the other hand, filled lots of her hours dancing, with sister Judy, as Fred and Ginger. 
I guess that made her time fly by.
I hope it did.
Me? I didn't even know of this dance team until years later.
We both had fun; I guess.
Boys and girls. 
We were different.