Fat, fluffy, sparkly flakes of the stuff. It twinkled under the street lamps on the way home, as cars sat impatiently in traffic. I walked past them, flakes ticking my lashes, smiling.
Later, at the dog park, a side walk snow plow growled by. Tobique, the ever faithful and valiant dog, took off after the snow plow. Braying like a true hound, he chased off the evil intruder. After running two blocks, he returned, triumphant. We rewarded his bravery with liver cookies.