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.
|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.
|Susan, Maya, and Zoe. These dogs know the drill.|
|When a treat falls to the ground, they are occasionally polite.|