well, it was quiet. that's one thing i love about snow, it quietens. 
i had to carry mister through some drift, and i was naive 
to think we could walk the whole way. 
i shuffled my feet so mister didn't hafta step into the human footwells. 
he walked swell, i could see his muscles working. 
we only made it to the center path, past ono's death lotus, 
and turned back. 
there were two birders and i was distracted by the conscious act 
of walking and making a path 
but i saw no birds. it occurred to me 
in obombaland they probably will not let this much snow or quiet to accumulate, 
the paths will have to be clear for security and surveillance vehicles.  
there's always real tight security and surveillance around an ex-president
even when he's not here. they have security for life
even when they are nowhere near.
i think about dead presidents. how they loom, always never near.
i said to the birders they'll probably have money to shovel in obombaland 
and karin d. said, they probably won't allow snow and i said they'll probably build a dome over it with a geodesic glass ceiling, a snow dome, with the snow on the outside,
but they'll have to leave a hole for the tower to grow.