Walking On Snow

It seemed this was the February of continual cold and snow, many days stuck safely in the house save for the morning expedition out, to clear a path for the birds and my dog and I; not too much just enough of a path to walk. Not sure which of us was more cautious the birds, the dog, or I. Today, as February nears its end and the sun has returned we venture just a little further out. My dog realizes the possibility of walking atop the unmelted snow suddenly, we have all the yard to peruse and steadily we go until we slip and slide as if on frozen ice and each of us takes a slippery and chilly spill. Back inside bruised and cold we both realize we don't like walking on the snow.