I'VE GOT A GOOD THING GOING, Reader Dear! I must just keep focusing on snow, and...abracadabra, one warm day follows another! Yesterday the weather temperature reached all the way up to shirtsleeve! An errand took me near that goosey park where only the day before I'd taken a gander at the dandelions and green trees. Once again I took a spur-of-the-moment walk, and everything was as it had been: the geese still gracefully gliding, the grass still green.
Then suddenly I came upon a curious thing: right out among the trees, apart from any other man-made object, sat a small wooden chair. It had not been there the day before. No one was in sight to claim it or explain it. Hmm. Now sometimes, Reader Dear, life's questions are never answered* (for me, a source of much consternation). Yesterday, however, I had only to continue on the pathway of life (happily, it coincided with the path in the park), and ahead, around several curves, lay the answer to all my questions concerning the meaning of chair.*
*The chair was a distance away. I didn't just take it for granted. I asked.