We continue to experience drought in Denver (not in the mountains as much), so the
few inches of snow early this week were welcome. The temperature dropped from 60 to 20 on
Monday and it snowed. Tuesday when I
rolled out the trash barrel, the eucalyptus seed pods rattled in the wind, the
pine tree was indeed crusted with snow, only on the north side, and the
squirrels perched in the cottonwood sat fluffed, with tails curled over their
bodies. I remembered The
Snow Man, by Wallace Stevens.