One day in early November, when winter teased with its first snowfall, my human and I spent the afternoon exploring new woodlands.
I remember the warmth of the sun, even as I stepped on patches of snow. I remember sniffing the ground where the deer had passed through the night before and listening to the geese fly over, leaving before winter took hold.
I remember wondering if my verticle was high enough to reach to the top of the fallen log.
I remember just going for it and leaped. I landed high off the ground, bark beneath my paws.
But mostly, I remember the excitement of exploring. everything was clearer, sharper because it was new. I stopped and took a moment to really see the new forest. For how many times had I looked but not really seen past the immediate, the superficial; to the possibilities that lie beyond.
And this is what I hope for you in 2020.
New, deeper perspective.
The courage to take risks.
A life lived.
From our house to yours, happy holidays.
Sharon Rae MartinDecember 15, 2019 at 12:53 am
That is lovely! Thanks, Jack. Goldie loved it too. She says, “Boof!”
jackandandreaDecember 15, 2019 at 1:39 am
Thanks Sharon and Goldie. Happy Holidays. Here’s to lots of walks during 2020. Jack