And yet the sky was so blue, it was almost too bright to see.
But parts of the water looked snap-frozen, like the river was rushing fast before it was forced to stop.
Was it too cold for a walk?
We asked Zoe, and she gave us that wolfy look.
She wanted to see what there was to see, a world transformed by ice and snow.
The young trees bent to sweep the ground under the weight of the ice and snow.
We brought along our favorite border collie. His name is Blue.
It's one thing to be drawn into a bakery by the aroma of pastries, but to know where your feet must travel on the trail because of a scent in the air: that is something, as a human, I'll never comprehend.