After weeks of freezing rain and ice, it finally happened. Zoe looked out the window and reported to her person that it was snowing.
Zoe explored the balcony. Winter, anyone?
It looks like winter. It smells like winter. But perhaps we should explore the back yard.
The snow fell like shooting stars. Everything was new again.
Zoe's person was starting to think snow was just a thing of the past, like phone booths, video stores, frozen yogurt, and people who say "You're welcome" instead of "no problem."
When Zoe wants to go on a walk, she has ways. She doesn't have to ask twice. Her person alerted her male companion and suggested a winter walk.
They set out for the golf course. For as far as they could see, the fields were white. That expansiveness in winter creates a spaciousness of mind. Every fresh snow is like a fresh start.
When it snows in February in the North Country, life shines with new possibilities.
Each paw print and each ski track are the graffiti of living beings saying "I was here," and "thank you."
And sometimes, when the weather and sunlight and snow are right, you might run into some old friends without even planning to see them. Then you know that all is as it should be.
It looks like winter. It smells like winter. But perhaps we should explore the back yard.
The snow fell like shooting stars. Everything was new again.
They set out for the golf course. For as far as they could see, the fields were white. That expansiveness in winter creates a spaciousness of mind. Every fresh snow is like a fresh start.
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| Whoops! There's still ice underneath this snow. |
Each paw print and each ski track are the graffiti of living beings saying "I was here," and "thank you."
And sometimes, when the weather and sunlight and snow are right, you might run into some old friends without even planning to see them. Then you know that all is as it should be.
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| Susan, Maya, and Zoe. These dogs know the drill. |
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| When a treat falls to the ground, they are occasionally polite. |
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