jeudi 2 décembre 2010


Snow-laden miscanthus

Delicate, tiny flakes have fallen without stop all day, the night before, and the afternoon before that. They fall now.

I hope they keep on falling, and falling, tomorrow, the day after, and the day after that.

It is quiet. Motorcycles are out of the question now, anyway, fewer cars travel the street, and those that do move slowly, carefully. So, do I.

Walking the dog this evening, my right foot slid out in front of me, threatening to cast me on my coccyx in the middle of the Grande Rue. This is why it helps to have abdominal muscles, to catch yourself. Even Rapide skidded out on her 4 paws and refused to take another risky step on more than one occasion. I don't know if she uses her abdominal muscles to catch herself, or if having two more feet on the ground makes the difference.

She can't say.
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