An office building in Michigan, March 2024.
He takes off his leather jacket, nodding at me. It’s warming up out there, he tells me. What floor? I answer three. As long as it’s not raining, I’m happy, I add. It can snow in April, he says and starts to sing: sometimes it snows in April, sometimes it snows in April. Have you ever heard it? No, I say. The elevator opens. Have a good day, I tell him. His eyes, his body lean into the silver buttons. I return to my desk, search for it, and listen to the quiet piano and mourning aahs as I type.
Stereo Story#798
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Thanks very much Pam for your micro story and introducing me to this song.
You’re welcome! Thanks so much for reading.