Slow...

Children

at

Play,

said the sign on our road early today.

I took that advice during my morning's chores as I pulled the trash can out to the lane's end for pickup and cared for Moose in his kennel.


Along the way, I noticed:


how the

past two snowfalls

hung on

the spruce branches

in our tree line...






how the sun

cast long shadows

through

the barren trees

and onto

the white blanket

in our yard...





how the deep path

that Isaac shoveled

to the dog kennel

swayed –

to and fro –

up to the house...





and

how the wind

deposited

layers of fluff

between the slats

in Moose's

dining porch...


The snowy crevice in the weathered board formed what looked like a smile that also seemed to say: Slow... Children at Play.