Twas a wee bit frosty out this morning, the first I have encountered here in Pittsburgh. Yes, winter is coming and I am preparing by ignoring mama as she starts to pull my sweatshirts, coats, and the dreaded booties out of storage.
During the morning's stick-catching frolics, I laid down for a moment to catch my breath. To be fair, I was running for quite a stretch, uphill, and that's not super simple for a gentleman of my maturity and stature. So I laid down, caught up, and then it was off again. But I left behind this note-quite-snow-angel, more like a frosty-handsome-devil.
Love,
Bogart
