The sound of a little dog nibbling,

a cat rubbing her scent glands under her chin

up against some laundry box.

After those but before the school bus motor roar

there is nothing.

In that second of silence I remember snows.

Walking through a foot of snow

in fifth grade

to my Odyssey of the Mind team. OM

The outdoor elation of snow.

No school, the thrill of going into the empty school

on a white day.

Our adults had collected us like a snow person assembly

they turned their backs for a second

and there we were gazing out at the hushed blanketed school yard.

They tried tempting us into work ethic with hot chocolate and marshmallows.

We threw the little balls at each other.

We were the good kids.

They let us back out into the cold.