The Snowman's Gloves

A forgotten green glove left behind in the bakery by one of the snowmen builders, an hour or so before. I took the glove from my bag and tromped through the ankle high snow into the park. It was busier than I'd expected. There were a few people with skates and hockey sticks playing on the solid surface of the pond. Several big fluffy dogs who looked like they were having the best day of their lives. Almost certainly school would be cancelled tomorrow, and there would be pancakes for breakfast and more adventures in the snow.