1.4.14

crisp crinkly snow squeaks

underfoot. the dog rushes

ahead then stops to snuff

at whatever relieved itself

at trailside.

our boots mark the pace

forward though even a step

to the side will leave us with

unsure footing.

someone else has trod this

circuit, their boot sole pattern

opposing our own as we

bundle against the

wind.

this is the best the day will

get so best take use of it

while we can. tomorrow the

cold will really set in. and we

will stay in.

it is Minnesota after all.

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