Snow Day

Snow began falling in the small, dark hours of the morning, and then it stuck. To branches and stems and leaves and blades of grass. To the ice on the lake in the park.

We went walking to see it, despite work to do and deadlines to meet. Wind was coming and would shake it off the trees.

The humans we saw were happy. 

Under our feet the snow squeaked and crunched as it compressed.

Every small hill was commandeered by sledders. Once, Washington commanded troops here. Fewer died on this snow day. One boy was rescued from the ice.

We received about four-and-a-half inches.

Not too much. 

Not too little.

Just right.