I was laughing at myself yesterday.
A few days ago, with a young friend, I created two snow forts on our vacant lot. The shapes were arbitrary – the snow had been hard enough that you could create blocks of snow. Just by standing on an edge, the block would crackly and wrinkle. We had a great time.
On Sunday someone had viewed my picture on Instagram. They commented that I had probably snuck out later in the day.
Not to just view the great creation. Not to enjoy the night air.
But to chop off the pieces that were a little crooked, or a little out of place or even just not quite right.
I have this feeling they know me fairly well.