Snow Night

It was dark, it was late, it was cold. In short, it was just the kind of night an early-to-bed-home-body like me would have loved to stay inside. A heavy snowstorm was flopping fatty flakes onto anything that would stand still and, contrary to my hibernative nature, I was longing to be out in it. I forced my husband into his coat and boots and I donned my mittens and wellies and we headed out. We hiked through the drifts to the lawn of the nearby hospital. (Being appartment dwellers we are, sadly, without a yard.) The following is what eventually overcame us.