I live in a 2nd floor apartment with a patio, which I let our cat out on whenever she feels like it. Mostly she goes out when there’s something worth looking at: squirrels chasing one another up a nearby tree, song birds chirping incessantly, robins dive-bombing the patio, or people taking out their trash. Yesterday, after our first snowfall of the year, Goofus got to explore the white stuff for the first time. These lines by Longfellow seemed appropriate:
Descends the snow.