I was about to take Lola to Oyster Shell Park, when our phones starting buzzing with a snow squall warning. So we waited out the squall. The snow swirled furiously for about a half hour. Afterwards, the park looked beautiful like funnel cake sprinkled with powdered sugar.
We weren't the only people there, but in some places ours were the only foot (and paw) prints. Somehow, it made me feel special.
By the time we came home, ice was beginning to form on the parking lot. I'm glad to be in for the night.
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