We don’t get a lot of snow around these parts, but whenever we do, Olin gets really excited. As it turns out, asking if he would like to go outside for a walk is not nearly as effective as asking if he would like to go see the ice. One elicits a matter-of-fact “No,” – the other is met with a sqeal of delight and a race upstairs to find a coat. This may all be novelty, as we have had exactly two snowfalls this year, neither of which lasted very long. Our most recent snowfall had a melt / freeze stage that left soft grass underneath a thin, floating layer of ice. Tromping through this was a delight, as every step ruptured the pane of ice, leaving indistinct, crackling footprints behind. I can’t say Olin was the only one to enjoy the sensation.
Am I allowed to wish for more snow?
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