Since November, a permafrost and leftover snow blankets the ground in patches. Directly beneath the thin snow is a layer of ice. We took the dogs on a walk last weekend and I slipped on a patch of ice and completely ate it. I fell gently into a pile of snow, somehow, so I didn’t hurt myself, just my pride. It’s all or nothing for me, snow. No more of this patchy shit, okay?

Maegan