The cat is fascinated

watch the snow float down out of the sky into the tiny unkempt yard at the back of the house. From the warm comfort of the bed.
Get up, for the bathroom, it is not really cold, still the snow outside, floating down, larger flakes, and then smaller,
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It has covered the roofs a full hand deep now, a white mass with soft corners.
Put on the clothes, get up to see what the son is doing. He is in front of his computer now, watching a video of somebody explaining an electronic part that has been dismantled
Set up the coffee machine, then go to the window, open it, the cat is there at once, looking out at the neighbour clearing the snow from the piece of pavement in front of her house.
As the law requires.

The cat is fascinated.
Falling white flakes, small and bright.
Listen to the snow ploughs out on the main street.
In a fit of Teutonic efficiency they are pushing the snow away on a Sunday, when nobody needs to be going anywhere anyway.

The son wants to go out to the bakery shop.
Put the depressions away and agree to go.