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.