The summer gave us sun, sweat and saliva.
The fall, a heavenly breeze.
And the one in which we're currently knee-deep? The one so many fear, lament and loathe?
Well, winter brings the joy of the snow romp. The frisk from the brisk.
Dogs in snow. It is a FABULOUS thing. Their bodies bounce in the fluff. Bela buries balls, just to snowplow them out. Snow angels are made. And when it's just a walk we're taking, the quiet white surrounds us, and offers a background like no other. The seasons give me so much. They give me chapters and bookmarks, certainty of change, neverending new beginnings.
I am so grateful for them. For their constant coming and going. For the chance to see the impermanence of things and to appreciate it.
It's a lesson, not just an occurence.
It's a gift; not a disturbance.
