Ah, what a bed of snow is March. It’s got to be 10 inches. I’m in heaven. Don’t want to go inside. If I keep my back to Joan, she'll never guess I’m out here sitting in this great swath of dark, in this soft and snowy world where silence rules and people run for shelter into their homes, into their recliners, into their make-believe television lands.
Oh to be a dog now that March is here. (Wait! I am a dog! It is March! Wow. It’s all true about the universe making your dreams come true.) Shhhhh. Don’t tell anyone I’m here in my nighttime paradise of crunchy snow.
Best wishes, Juno
PS: Shane's going to try to stick it out.
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