The air has the feel of snow. The sky is a light grey closer to white than grey. It is getting darker. A few scattered flakes have fallen, tiny flakes moved by the wind. It is cold and damp.

I’m going out into the elements today, to the big city, to Hyannis, if the snow holds off. We’re having a uke concert at the mall. The music is love songs of the 70’s. I bought a red sweatshirt with hearts on it and I have a fascinator with hearts on a coil. They jiggle. I’ll wear my red shoes.

Nala did zoomies all over the yard yesterday. Gracie used to run along the fence line. Nala does loops. She runs at breakneck speeds under the deck, around a few trees then back under the deck again. Yesterday she did it with a toy in her mouth, the same toy Gracie loved. It was a red rubber duck. Now it is a blackish rubber duck missing all its color.

Jack and Nala are getting closer. This morning Jack was on the fourth step from the bottom while Nala watched. I patted Jack until he got tired of me. Henry followed him up at the stairs.

When I was a kid, I loved watching the snow fall. Sometimes the flakes twisted and spun in the wind. Other times the flakes fell sideways. At night I’d watch the snow highlighted by the streetlight just beyond our front lawn. The flakes shined in the light. In my mind’s eye I can still see the snow under the light being blown sideways by the wind.

When I lived in Ghana, I never missed the snow, but I missed feeling cold and being bundled against winter. I wore a dress and sandals every day. Back in those days, women always wore dresses. I had brought dresses with me, but they didn’t survive hand scrubbing for long so I had to have dresses made by a seamstress. The dresses were of a plain design but the cloth was spectacular, Ghanaian cloth, so very beautiful. On each of my visits back to Ghana, I have bought cloth. Instead of dresses, I’ve had table cloths and napkins made. One tablecloth is the same as the one the guide put over the hood of his Range Rover when he was arranging our light breakfast during the morning safari. When I have guests for a more formal dinner, I love setting the table with my Ghanaian cloth and different dishes.

The snow is still holding off. The prediction is for 3 to 6 inches. I’m hoping for the 3.