Daydreaming of first snow in almost-September.
It's going to be a long quarter of a year.
Mounds surround me, and I remember a plowman
when snow woke me at 4am. A lean Dalmatian
accompanied him. Almost as happy as I, he sat
watching white flutter-byes disappear. I envy
the ski expert on television who demonstrates
a German-made avalanche airbag. Deploy,
and you're atop the dunes on a red inner tube.
I yank back to today. Laundry won't lower itself.
Nice daydreams as long as it's not winter yet. ❄
We need to teach our laundry to take care of itself.
Congratulations on another 7!