It is a hard thing to bundle up and walk in the snow, especially when the memory of sunlight and Summer is still fresh on your arms and cheeks, when the taste of morning dew is still ripe on your tongue. But The Run is a beautiful place, a canopy of amber and red hanging overhead, filtering even the grayest light and turning it gold, catching the snow and making it sing its way through the lingering leaves.
And then there is Duncan––my Duncan––beautiful and eager no matter the weather, thankful for each and every season, reminding me to look beyond my eyes, to feel and rejoice in being alive, to take no moment for granted.
Thank The Universe for the wisdom of dogs and their unbound love of all things, especially us.
8 comments:
Nature color coordinates with Duncan every year at this time. I am glad that you have your redheaded friend to warm your heart as the cold returns. Good dog!
I constantly look to my dog and wish that by studying her I might too learn to be more content. No luck just yet...
I would love to see Duncan next to your fall leaves. Beautiful I bet!!! Love your first snow! How does the time fly by so fast? Hugs Joey and Kealani
My yard is white. Hopefully it will be green again by this afternoon, but I am not amused. The dogs, however, are ecstatic.
You lucky dogs!
Amen to that last sentence. Amen!
I would love to have some snow every now and then for our Goldens. They sure do love it. We're thinking of taking them up to the mountains this winter for snow fun. Lucky Duncan! The weather suits him so.
The words, the photo, that pup. Just beautiful.
And thank the dogs for motivating me to get out and move on days when I may not choose to do so myself - like the first snow day!
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