The pavement slides under my feet. Are we being rained on? Snowed on? Iced over? It's hard to tell.
We walk through the neighborhood, pausing here and there to sniff, watch, listen. We cut through snow-covered grass to the shopping plaza to get out of the weather.
As we walk through the breezeway, the intro to a Dean Martin tune plays over the plaza's speakers. The snow swirls in spirals in the parking lot lights.
The black pavement turns white.
And I giggle at the sheer bliss of this one, small moment.
(I may be wearing snow boots, but I am light on my feet during this particular dance.)
- Kamikaze beauty.
- Snuggly cats on laps.
- Creative competition tv shows. Clothes, cake, rooms, meals...ALL inspiring.
- Seeing hubby.