I know he is a snow man because he’s got no curls – dead giveaway in the world of children to know a girl when you see one.
I ponder him across the street throughout the day yesterday as he gets smaller and smaller and wonder
[is there science for this? Surely.]
at his shrinking in the midst of such snow – for the snow kept coming all day yesterday – .
What makes him small? Why does he shrink? He isn’t melting – at least I don’t think so.
The morning, as usual, brings clarity – of a sort. I see the snow man, shorter than yesterday in contrast to his pre-snow self – for the new fall added some inches around him and he became shorter only by being buried in the stuff of his existence, seeming to disappear from my eyes – with an amused snort, I return inside, mystery solved and all’s right with my world.
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