Saturday, January 22, 2005
Eleven inches of Alberta clipped us during the night and this morning, the wonderland that sought me through the living room window made me sip the coffee a little faster than a typical Saturday morning would want. A couple pieces of toast and out I went. First, the storm door made it's path. Then the dog had her bath in the snow. That pup helped me to remember my own angels from long ago... Rhythm, step and stride - extend the shovel blade, then drive with a push and lift. Dry and light, the snow left plenty of room for reverie... I can't afford motors or blowers, that would casually brush this storm aside, but I'm grateful for that. Older storms sent me hiking the neighborhoods, looking for a walk or driveway that needed to be civilized. Now, it's enough to reclaim my own path, and a struggle at that.
Last night, while it came in a hush, we took the dogs to the park, where dogs are not allowed. A park during a snowfall is low on the list that Constables use to guard the peace. Besides, our track would be gone in less than half an hour. Few legacy dreams can survive a good snowstorm. Soon enough, the plow came through and set everything back to normal... whatever that is.
Last night, while it came in a hush, we took the dogs to the park, where dogs are not allowed. A park during a snowfall is low on the list that Constables use to guard the peace. Besides, our track would be gone in less than half an hour. Few legacy dreams can survive a good snowstorm. Soon enough, the plow came through and set everything back to normal... whatever that is.
