This is what I woke up to this morning in my neck of the woods. Ice covering everything.
The clear prisms outline every shape.
Covers every surface.
Hangs from every horizontal space.
There isn’t a squirrel or bird to be seen or heard.
When I opened the front door to catch these images, silly Abi slipped through and took off down the street. I hope she enjoyed her brief escape. She would run one way and then another, pausing to look at me as if to say: “Look where I am and you can’t catch me.”
Finally I stood on the porch holding Charlie, and the jealousy in her prevailed. She couldn’t run on the ice. So she came walking as fast as her short little legs would go down the slippery street. Silly dog.
I’m sure she was quite proud of herself for escaping, for it’s a rare occurrence. I just wonder what she thought when her feet hit the ice. Now she’s snuggled up in the dog bed with Charlie, worn out from her morning escapade.