mom called from the place. she knew the temperature up here. she's been checking it every day all these years. i said it snowed and she says oh, my gosh. i say there's been little snow and she wonders why and we talk about the weather, the dying glaciers, the giant storms, the chaos. she says they had live music but some of the people are beyond music. she says if i ever get like that just shoot me. i'm glad mom calls me. her phone doesn't ring but she always sees my number, it seems i'm always the last number.