Snow mound

"At least it is good for something!" called the neighbor in friendly jest after I told her how much Dietrich likes the mound of snow in her parking lot created by the snow plow. It reminded me of a parenting book I read once where the author remembered how much fun swimming had been as a kid. Just the feel of the water was enough. As a young adult she swam laps and enjoyed the feeling afterwards. As an older adult, she swam for exercise with even less enjoyment. And at the time of her writing, "swimming is just cold." Snow is like that, too. But maybe by seeing him out there, imagining he was on Neptune uncovering treasures, sparked some buried delight in the snow that we keep with us, even after it had become mostly a nuisance to be removed.