The Morning Porch

Dave Bonta January 18, 2014 2

Last night, I gave the dog back to her family. In the morning, two inches of wind-blown snow, and the yard unmarred by a single track.

2 Comments

Louise
11 years ago Permalink

Nice. Evocative. There’s a story there.
1. Dave Bonta
  11 years ago Permalink
  
  Thanks. Yes, I guess there is. (I blogged all my dog-sitting tweets at Via Negativa.)

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