It was dark when I woke up but somehow I knew that there had been been more snow overnight.
I knew the yard would be covered with a soft blanket of the fluffy white stuff.
Let’s play in the snow tall person! Which, with hindsight was a little presumptious as he was half dressed, was wearing slippers and clearly in a fragile pre-coffee condition.
I left him in the kitchen to perform his sacred coffee ritual and bounded back out to the yard to frolic in the snow. I like the word ‘frolic’. The tall person taught me it. He told me that it means to behave playfully and uninhibitedly.
And that’s what I did – I frolicked joyfully in the fluffy white stuff as dawn began to lighten the sky.
Once his coffee ritual was complete the tall person called me to the toy room balcony to look at the neighborhood and we stood in companionable silence and watched the snow fall on our beautiful winter wonderland.
The tall person smiled. I know what you are thinking tall person.
It’s beginning to feel like Christmas.