We danced in the snow flurries of April 25. I sang to you 'Danke Schoen' as we spun around and laughed quite a bit. Then for a minute, it was a real blizzard -- we clasped each other close, assaulted by snowflakes. I was barefoot, and you said "Go in, because you still have a little cold!" The snow let up, and we closed the door. I could see my footprints on the deck.
ST LOUIS PARK MN
