Snow Excerpt

The dog stepped over my right foot to jet ahead as I propped open the door, and then immediately jerked back in astonishment at the wall of large snowflakes that had just begun sifting down from the many shades of gray sky. We stepped forward and two thoughts entered my head, the first wishing that I had a camera that could capture the images I was processing through my eyes, and the second wondering how I could ever justly portray this phenomenon in words.

Typed as these are, the brilliance of the shredded cotton meandering slowly on its decent from above only to land on my forehead and glasses, melting, forming droplets, tickling, and ultimately inducing a response that in my mind is both pleasurable and relaxing. Despite his initial reaction to the snow, Pedro was more than compliant to walk, in fact, he spent most of his time prancing about like a puppy with the snow sticking to his long hairs like white burrs.

Each step was characterized by a different sound. The slight crunching of the freshly accumulated snow reminded me of caviar - a white caviar delicately placed by hand on the ground with perfect distribution, refilling the areas where my feet were in just seconds passing.

As I stood still there was almost complete silence. The ducks in the water were making a fuss, but other than that, no sounds of traffic or anything mechanical. Only the tapping of ...

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