Claudia and Duffy

The gloss of a photo

There are beautiful things. Like those microscopic snowbits that were falling the other day - almost too small to see, but if you stood still, they stung your face.

Rachel found me a new poem.

Walking to Work
by Ted Kooser

Today, it's the obsidian
ice on the sidewalk
with its milk white bubbles
popping under my shoes
that pleases me, and upon it
a lump of old snow
with a trail like a comet,
that somebody,
probably falling in love,
has kicked
all the way to the corner.