morn

Dog and I took our walk this morning in light snow, the sun barely lighting the townlet. A black dog, usually hidden in nighttime walks, stands out in the snow. The Rhinestone Collar people who cut Franklin's hair this weekend graced him with a red bead necklace. He looks quite good, although such an observation is foreign to his interests.

The snow has been light, and there were still splotches of grass sticking up through the white, but the world was totally silent in that way that feels as if the air is full of gauzy solid matter, and all human activity has stopped.