We’ve been getting incredible amounts of snow this winter. There are areas of my city that don’t have power, but I’ve only lost power a couple times, and only for a little while.

Today I looked out of my kitchen window, which looks out into the condo complex’s playground area. There were a couple of kids there, making a snowman. They were playing great together, one of them rolling the bottom part, one of them rolling the middle one.

It was such a nice scene that I wanted to see it a little closer. I put on shoes and a coat and went outside, standing on my porch and watching them.

I think I had been watching for maybe five minutes when their mother came outside — shoes on, no coat — and yelled at the kids to come inside. The kids weren’t finished with their snowman, and begged to stay out for a while, but she did the “stern mother” voice that most kids recognize as final.

The kids trudged inside, while I still stood there, watching.

As the mother went in, she looked over at me, made eye contact, and shook her head, “no,” twice. Her lips were pressed tightly together, her eyes were angry.

Then she closed the door, hard.

I’m pretty sure I’ve just been told to keep my filthy hands off her children.

Isolation Score: Infinite