Low Pressure

Today, this afternoon, blanketed by sound-dampening white. It's late February and I'm quite sure we saw this coming. My dogs make small, black paw prints, long traces of movement down the back stairs, across the patio to the edges of the back garden where the fences mark the limits of our property. As I let them out the back door I caution: "Careful! Careful!" Lest they slip and hurt their tight little leg or back muscles. The cold makes them frolic and run and bark. This year February is a leap year. I confess I don't get it. One more day of February. It didn't snow much in January or December. Early December, my friend Katie and Gogo had a baby girl. She's over a month old now! So there was the imminent baby arrival story from Annunciation to Epiphany and now we're in Lent. It's Ash Wednesday. And this might be baby Nika's first snow.

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