Notes On The Day

The crystalline ground has been covered with a powder of large white flakes, the result of an unexpected snowfall. It's treacherous to the unsteady, but beautiful.

While working upstairs, I've been listening to sheets of ice occasionally detach themselves from the roof and slide off, to come crashing to the ground. (Either that, or there's a very large animal in my attic.)

While working at my desk just now, I heard what I thought might be footsteps at my door. I ignored them and continued working, thinking it was probably a late mail delivery or a package that had been left. Upon looking over my computer and out the back window, I noticed at least ten deer of various sizes in my backyard, some of them standing on my deck, eating birdseed — that was the noise I heard. The ones that are familiar enough not to flee at the sight of me will enjoy the generous portion of food I put out for them — though as I write this, minutes later, they all seem to have disappeared.