Negative One

The darkness enfolded both of us as we moved through the painfully cold predawn air, our path guided only by the difference between the snow and pavement. Our breaths stick with us, frosting our hats and eyebrows. The schedule change in December resulted in a treasured time first thing in the morning each day to be together and go outside and play. A startled red fox dashes away towards the creek under the crisp early morning stars. Tiny crystals sparkle on thousands of surfaces as we silently glide past, reflecting the countless starts above. It looks like it will be a wonderful day.