It snowed during the night and small flecks were still falling as we set off on our early morning walk. After a few minutes the tall person said he should have brought his gloves. Hmm, a little less complaining tall person – unlike me you don’t have to walk on your hands and bare feet!
Everyone one we saw on our way through the neighborhood looked plump in layers of warm clothes, and they walked in a huddled sort of way, like they were cuddling themselves.
We were nearly there when we were suddenly ambushed by three street dogs. We were on the sidewalk and they were on the other side of the street but they immediately rushed towards us, forcing cars to stop and their drivers to shout angrily and sound their horns.
As always, I kept calm and the tall person put himself between me and the dogs and we ignored the barking and growling and walked on. Fortunately, the cars had scared the dogs and they ran back to their side of the street but we could still hear them barking as we left them behind.
A short while later we arrived at the forest. Everything that lives there was asleep. No grasshoppers leapt into the air as we trod through the undergrowth. No goats or cows grazed today. The tall person said that he hoped that the tortoise we found in the summer was hibernating now as it would not like the snow.
We went for a run to keep ourselves warm and the tall person took his photographs of the city and the snow on the mountains.
We didn’t see the street dogs on the walk back home. The tall person said he hoped they have found something to eat and somewhere warm to sleep. Yes tall person, it must be tough on the streets.