What a beautiful
night! It’s still and dark, with a glow that lights up the surroundings. A light snow is falling, and all is quiet and
hushed. Even my footsteps were muffled
in the soft snow. As I returned from the
barn after feeding, I stood outside the door for a few long moments, drinking it in. Instead of taking off my coat and hat as I entered, I called
to Zoƫ and out we went again. She was on
an extendible lead; I could barely see her against the snowy driveway. We walked about half way up the lane, pausing
every now and then for her to sniff and explore and for me to drink in the
stillness. I imagined a white scratch
board, just hints of outlines of trees and branches. I haven’t done a scratchboard in years, haven’t
thought of one for almost as long, but the scene cried for a deft hand. Not mine, I think, but the image hung in the
air.
Reluctantly I turned
and we headed back to the farm; I can’t leave my mother alone too long, but the
walk refreshed my soul.