The Snow

It was the first snow fall of November and the yard was blanketed slushy white.

I got the text, the landlord said no. The dog was going to have to find a different home.

I was in no position for a dog. It was like finding a genie’s lamp.

Was it going to make things better? Absolutely.

Could it potentially make things worse? 100%.

Would it have been a good thing? Of course.

But it wasn’t going to happen now and it wasn’t going to happen for a long time. And that’s okay.

The snow falls when it’s meant to, not when you want it to.