Walking the dog on a snowy morning.
Our’s are the first tracks in the fast-falling snow…paw prints crisscrossed by Bean boots.
The boughs of every tree, from spindly saplings to mighty oaks, are graced with shawls of white – iridescent white, sparkling in the wintry light.
Windows are dark as we wend our way through our familiar morning walk, made unfamiliar by the stillness and quiet. No one is stirring. No one is up and preparing for the day. And the children are still blissfully asleep.
A snow day has brought a respite from the weekday hustle and bustle.
My dog’s coal black fur is now covered with a shimmering cape of white. She shakes herself free, and dives into knee-high banks of fluffy snow. Heaven! Even the dog is in snow heaven.
I trudge back home, wind-driven snow in my face. A pine bough gently surrenders its first layer of white, which whooshes down softly, catching a bit of the wind and morning light. It will snow all day, they say, all day.
And we are grateful.