It's snowing, lightly, it 5:48 am, I've been awake for an hour. Outside, it is white and quiet. The rocks are snow covered and the bay is calm. The street is still white, no rush hour slush, blissfully absent of cars except for the occasional idiot driving in the snow.
My cats are perched on their electric heated pads, watching out the windows, peering on the snowy beach for any movement. Will they see an elusive fox? Or even the feral/stray cat that I feed nightly? I doubt it, those animals, I hope, are tucked in a warm, dry spot.
Maybe in the insulated box I placed out there under the deck, just for this kind of weather!
My one guy, Cooper, has probably never felt snow before. He is a true Texas boy. Gavel is snoring. Basil is asleep.
The bay bridge lights are hidden in the fog and grey sky of the snow. Not even a flicker.
Today the temps will turn upwards toward the 40s and snow will change to rain. But for now, it's lovely and quiet.
The warm coffee has helped, I have warmed up.
