It had been snowing all week and although there had been a thaw, snow still covered the ground. The pond was frozen; thick greyish-green with patches of bright olive where the waterlilies were trapped under ice. There were little paw and claw imprints everywhere, like a secret code revealed. How much animal existence goes undetected in the city until the invisible ink of the snow leaves us these calligraphic messages.
Paw marks led down to the water’s edge. The tide was out and the sky was cloudy. The waters of the Creek made a rushing sound; it had been very silent and still at high tide.