This Is What I Hope

Posted on December 25, 2019

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.