When A. wakes up, I’ll lift him from his crib and give him a few too many kisses on his forehead and ears. I’ll lay him on the changing table, which might make him cry until I give him his dinosaur toy and tickle his toes. As I put a clean diaper on, I’ll look out the window like I am right now, and see half-hearted snowflakes whisping through bare branches. I’ll see clouds pressing their gray weight on the snow. I will decide it is a good time to go outside, to pack A. in the stroller and clip Ike’s leash on his collar and start off, running, to the river.