Sundogs on my shoulders make me hoppy

Sundogs in my eyes make me fly
out the door with the camera in hand, boots untied, parka unzipped, and that's what I did this morning, looking both ways, but not seeing the vehicles coming and going, and vehicles there were, exhaust climbing the ice crystals and hanging on, and it was the hanging on that I noticed well after the fact, as they say, whoever they are, though I didn't consider the they of it until after I focused, and even now I don't really care.