Walking the dog through newly fallen snow.
There's silence in the world.
I don't notice it at first.
Head down.
Thinking of things I must do.
The dog runs ahead,
scooting under the low branches of cedars
lining the path.
Chasing rabbits.
I hear the squeak of cold dry snow under my boots as I walk,
I hear the squeak of cold dry snow under my boots as I walk,
the swoosh of my sleeves against my down
coat.
He runs over to me, wagging,
then bounds back onto the path,
delighting in the cold and the snow.
We walk farther into the woods
along a narrow path I've made over time.
My pace slows.
My pace slows.
My thoughts become still.
I lift my head.
The sun is low,
slanting through trees
making long blue shadows.
I stand there.
In awe.
Breathing in the silence.
IN 2018 MAY YOU PAUSE TO SEE
THE WONDER.
Beautiful.
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