Saturday, January 12, 2013
Cat watching snow
I snapped this yesterday. What you can't see is the snow falling, although that's what Enzo was watching. I like to think he was as taken by the magic of it all as I was. Because you know how cats are. They just sit there in the window thinking, "I am taken by the magic of it all."
It was a satisfying day, all in all. I never left the house, except to shovel sidewalks occasionally. I knit, read (Mr. Penumbra's 24-hour Bookstore which is sort of a 21st century Name of the Rose) and worked on a novel which I somehow seem loathe to finish. And all around me was the quiet, quiet, quiet of snow.