Cat's paws in the snow. This morning when I went to retrieve two tons of ads in the otherwise skimpy Sunday papers, a big cat was perched at my front door. He or she desperately wanted in, it was cold, and the cat kept rubbing back and forth on my legs, pleading.
While feeling sorry for myself that I am living in the frozen and icy tundra of the South Salt Lake Valley instead of dwelling in balmy St. George, I have lamented the fact that I would be taking photos of roses and and desert shrubs and gorgeous sunsets if I were still in St. George. Then I decided that, perhaps, I needed to pay more attention to the details around me. I think I may soon run out of details around me and then I won't know what to do, but here are three details I found at 7:00 a.m. this morning: geese flying, cat's paw in the snow, and snow covered bush by my front door. But it is still cold, the weather is so murky I can't see across the valley, and it looks like the end of the world. Still, I miss the icy winds blowing around the corners of the house in Laramie Wyoming because they would sing me to sleep and I would be comfortable knowing there would be two or three foot drifts in my driveway in the morning. Still, I could go out at night and look at a crystal clear sky full of bright and shining stars and some times with a hint of the aurora borealis and watch the incredible gift of nature in the sky unpolluted with city smog and nasty inversions. All we had to do in Laramie was shovel snow, wear five layers of clothing, and wait until spring came some weekend in June and perhaps last for a few days.