A Walk in the Snow...

It is snowing this morning. Not one of those arctic-blast snows that stings your face, but a powdery, gentle snow that blankets and purifies the landscape. The dog and I take a long walk. He amuses himself sniffing and snorting in snow banks. I use the crisp morning exercise to figure out problems with the short story I’ve been working on, replaying the fixes when they come – the new dialogue, the improved character development – over and over again in my mind so as not to lose them before I return to the story after the walk.