The snow was coming down with a grainy flake it looked, to me, like sand shifting out of the sky in a downward path. The first inch of snow had coated the world outside my window.
Kenshin, one of the cats my husband belongs to, turned in circles in front of the door, purring and talking away. He wanted to be carried outside so he could look at the snow. I slipped on my shoes. Pulled the door open and stepped outside. I turned, facing north so Kenshin faced the falling snow.
He tilted his face upwards and sneezed.
Holding, Kenshin tight I carefully let him feel the snow on the railing. He started pawing at it. His fur rippled underneath my hands. I had to take him inside before he did a leap out of my arms.
I deposited him on the kitchen chair, and then I slipped off my shoes. I pulled a bowl from the cabinet and reopened the door. I was scooping up the snow, when Kenshin tried to slip underneath my arm onto the deck. Immediately I dumped the bowl of snow on his back, he turned, and happily chased the snow back into the house. I scooped up fresh snow and carefully slipped back inside.
Kenshin was sitting on the throw rug next to the door. He had a wild look in his eyes as he watched me place the bowl in front of him. He stood up on his tiptoes; excited, he leaped into the bowl and started throwing snow everywhere.
Uriah began to bark, demanding his time for a walk.
I measured out a handful of snow, and packed it into round snowball. Kenshin followed me into the hallway, Meowing and prancing.
“Are you ready?” I asked, as he ducked his head low to the ground.
I rolled the snowball down the hallway, and laughed as he sailed with it into our bedroom.
I could hear Michael’s voice as he came over to see what Kenshin was up to. Before I reached the bottom step and my coat, I heard Kenshin racing down the hall, and a soft ‘thump’ as he slid into the coffee table.
Outside the snow muffled the sound from the road as the snowplow rumbled past.
Trying to hide from the wind, I slipped underneath the branches of an old evergreen, where I stood quietly enclosed by snow, long needles and pinecones.
The air was filled with moisture and the sky heavy with grayish white clouds.
Old Man Winter was trying to hold on tight. Fine with me, spring is nearly here. For now this snow will sink into the ground, replenishing my well and once the ground thaws, that same water will sink down deeper into the tree’s root system.
I turned on the video to capture the snow and Uriah came walking up expecting a biscuit. Time for my breakfast and coffee…
