The alarm jangles. I stretch, roll out, and peek through the curtains. I’ll have to wear snow pants and full gear. The dogs will need their jackets, too.
Although we live in the middle of the city, the park is only two blocks away. This isn’t hard to imagine since there are 136 parks in Milwaukee. The largest one is over a thousand acres, but my park is a petite thirteen. We have time to make one round. The snow crunches under my boots and the dogs leap and yip, catching the chunky snowflakes swirling furiously around us. The moon sets to the west just before the sun begins to wash a sliver of light blue across the horizon.
First trip of the day over.