In the morning when I wake up, I open the blinds and then I sit on the couch and stare out the window. Doubtless I am slack-jawed and vacant-gazed. Perhaps occasionally my eyes roll up and I snore lightly. But slowly, slowly I wake up and watch it get light outside.
This morning when it was light enough to see out the window, I saw snow. Not much, just a little.
By the time I was ready to walk the dog, the snow was already starting to melt. The pavements were wet and slightly slushy, not frozen.
I walked the dog and when we got home, I stopped to look at the little clay bunnies I set out on a patio table in the long-ago days of last summer.