The snow only melted a couple of days ago yet there are still icey patches remaining, retain by cold shadows inhaled by the North. Another lazy Sunday brought us outdoors across the open pasture, warm gulf wind blowing soft curls across my shoulders and the brush of his arm against mine. Mickey dog ran ahead to inspect the trail and sniff out whatever it is that dogs search for a hundred times over. The sun felt good on our skin and apparently the pond felt good to the dog. The pond is full now, although very cold. Mickey didn’t seem to mind.
March To The Pond