traditional of hitting up the skate park was nipped in the bud not just by the cold, but by the simple fact that the early morning sunshine had cause the snow to melt and made the cement wet.
and with that we walked down to the grass where he stood the night before.
he had toppled over and was in mid-melt.
“and now, a moment of silence for frosty…” he said bowing his head.
we joined him in his silence. 