On an East Wind

The snow is coming in on an East wind.

Tina and I had to take turns being the East Wind, since there were only two of us. We’d build the wall first, taking the bamboo and ivory tiles out of their delicate drawers. Then the East Wind broke the wall, and we’d choose our tiles, lining them up in front of us like standing-stone paintings. One year we played all day, and when the call came in that school was closed again, we played all the next day.

I think Tina still has that Mah Jong set. I’d like to import her here today, as the snow falls.

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