Going to the dogs in Greenland

Staring thoughtfully at the sky in the direction of the coastal hills that we will soon be ascending on our way to the frozen fjord on the other side, he finally says to me, “Snow is maybe coming.”

“How do you know?” I ask, following his gaze but seeing no clouds or any of the other signs that I assume his lifetime of surviving in this desolate land have taught him to read.

“I looked on the Internet.”