Before
sunrise, I took my two
dogs
out as is our routine each
day.
And lo and behold, the
first
snow of the season had
fallen
in the night.
I
cannot say whether it came
too
early in the season, for
Nature
always has her way.
The
younger pup, who has seen
the
blanket of white before,
appeared
to have forgotten last
year’s
weather as she cautiously
sniffed
her way across the covered
ground.
This was new, an event
she
was not accustomed to.
And
I, being set in my old age,
figured
I know what I know—
snow
is snow, and each day,
indeed
each season is but a
replicate
of another.
And
so it is that I see through
the
eyes of both pooches today—
The
younger says, this is a strange
new
place covered in the wonder-
ment
of white, a one of kind new
life
with a chance to begin all
over
again.
The
older dog remembers the
cold
of snow in seasons past,
and
backs away. And with a
measure
of trepidation I say,
there
are choices to be made.
Chris
Hanch 10-31-19
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