February 9th, 2010 by Collin Canright | Filed under Personal.

I was the first one out on the street this morning, the first one out in the snow, the first one to make tracks in the street. It was 4:30 am, and it was very quiet.

The swoosh of the brush pushing the pile of flakes, dry like cereal flakes. I thought about how quiet it is when it snows, the snow not only looking like cotton but absorbing and muffling sound like a blanket.

I pulled onto the unbroken snow on Byron street and turned right onto Wolcott avenue, where I merged with the tire tracks of a car that had been headed east onto Byron before I got out but turned north onto Wolcott before it passed my house.

I stopped after I turned and got out to look at the perfect tracks in the perfect quiet of the perfect snow.

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