The First Snow

The cat sits at the window. Something is falling. It is white. It is soft. It is slow.

It is snow. The first snow.

The cat watches. The village is white now. The roofs are white. The trees are white. The little road is white and quiet.

It is cold outside. The water in the bowl is ice. The cat does not go out. The cat is warm here.

But the cat remembers last winter. The old man was here. He sat by the window too. He watched the snow with the cat.

Now the man is not here. Only the cat watches the snow. It is still beautiful. It is just very quiet.