I didn't imagine this exact scene when I bought R the hat in Mexico in 2019, but I imagined that we would one day be walking in a monochromatic Montreal winter and he would be a spot of bright colour.
We didn't have snow, we did, then we didn't again, then we did.
Croissants don't--and shouldn't--belong to a healthy squirrel's diet, but it probably shouldn't belong to mine either, so I finally shared mine. Holiday time after all.
I was always glad to see people out walking, moving, striding along, whether with a friend or alone.
I wondered if the dog would have liked to take his human to the parlour for grooming.
I stood below this tree and saw a torso twisting up into the night, branches raised in song, a gown of snow. It was New Year's Eve--an aria of farewell to 2020.
Happy New Year and stay safe as we wait to see what 2021 holds...