Tonight snow falls, small as dust, a fall that is steady and windless. On the ground, snow crystals catch the eye like tiny sequins, or sandgrain stars in the road ahead.
In this fresh, almost-not-freezing cold we leave tracks that fill quickly. My black dog in her playful mood and I in my black coat- we slide through the clean streets of pale, a washed-out world, gilded with dust that melts on her back and on my shoulders. The dog snorts in a noseful of it, and the air is moist and alive.
I treasure the night and the snow - this quiet, uncomplicated peace.