Snow this morning. A gentle drift.
I keep peeking through the front curtains.
Early still. Just a quick glance.
Spend time with the Little in the basement. Watch some television. She loves Mickey’s Christmas Carol in the morning. I fidget and read some news.
An hour passes. One more trip upstairs. One more glance out the window.
I rush to get it out of the snow.
Then. I slow down.
Open it. Catalogue it. Selfies with it.
Now, I listen.