Yesterday afternoon we went over to the neighborhood park to play in the new fallen snow. I don't know the name of the park, it's adjacent to the Dnister hotel and everyone just describes it as the old park (Ivan Franko Park maybe?).
Axel took to the snow in ways I didn't expect. After a few cautious steps in a pristine white expanse on the sidewalk outside our door he tromped all the way to the park and a good deal of the way into it. He giggled at every lobbed snow ball, and laughed out loud when I threw loosely packed snowballs at him. Amy grabbed low-hanging branches and shook the snow loose. I made a miniature snow man, which Amy said looked more like a rat than the cat Axel had requested. Two boys rode mountain bikes through the snow, four policeman marched by in step, children tugged sleds on metal runners. We were quickly frozen, drenched up to the knee, and headed back home through the city where the snow was mostly rain.
Everything was such a jumble of wet clothes and goods when we got home that somehow the keys didn't make it in with us. By the time we looked back out in our shared foyer they were gone. Both Amy and I had heard someone arriving in the apartment next door shortly after us. They insisted that they'd seen nothing. We emptied everything in the apartment, put it back together, and then emptied it again to no avail. Just our luck, this happened on a three-day weekend.
We've gotten in touch with our landlords and help is on the way. Meanwhile, the snow is still falling. We have in mind to eat at Seven Pigs restaurant when we can, I'm hopeful it will be like a Ukrainian Gonpachi.
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