There was snow in the yard. That was my dream, and it came true.
I put on some warm clothes and Clover and I headed out. Seven a.m. Still blue, almost-dark. So quiet. No cars. Crows. Snowflakes. Snowflake sounds.
We walked through the neighborhood. It seemed like we were in the forest, really.
I felt so connected to the dog. It was like we were moving together. Like we were seeing it the same way. Wanted to go to the same place.
We walked and walked and walked. Streets twisted and turned. Then the snow really started coming down. For a few minutes it was actually hard to see. My camera was in my pocket then. The flakes were as big as flowers. It felt like we were in a play about snow. I was so happy.
We kept walking. We saw a lady with her coffee mug, walking to the coffee shop. We walked with her for a bit. She went in the shop and we turned. Waved goodbye. Little yellow lights on all the coffee-shop tables.
Looking at the pictures made me cry. I don't know why. The beauty. I'll never forget the walk.