Brain Freeze
Picture if you will white velvet dust on concrete, or solid glass. That’s what the snow-ice arrangement is outside. It’s where a tennis ball bounces on grass, as if it’s rock.
So I went cross-country skiing with the dog. Well there’s no traction. And a hawk flew overhead as all was well with the beautiful world.
Not that it really matters, but I think I saw the cat before the dog did.
My brain is working even slower than my fingers. I’m leaving this country.