Snow Wraps Itself in a Winter Walk

Ah, the purifying process of snow! How delightful does the dog look pawing through the fluff of a field: nose-nuzzles, digs to maintain the scent of some mysterious forest creature, erects in stillness at the sight of a deer! We are all statues at this point, the dog, the deer, myself-- a monument in which I recognize the impermanence of my body, but realize that thoughts exist outside of a moment, into eternity. Snowflakes continue to gently fall, having peeled themselves from the crystalline clouds. Cascading, wonderfully whirling, the frozen fragments frost themselves into delicately designed patterns painting this season’s sky, and blanketing the earth’s back.
White-covered greenery captures the perception of this serene scenery, hiding the decay of season’s past. Leaves fold and unfold under the furl of the dogs’ paws on the soft surface. Thud-crunch of boots bellows its own tune: that of a moving memory-- moment in motion. Nature constantly speaking, teaching; encourages us to listen, invites us to interact. Outside: I am awake. That something inside me stretches beyond tangibility. The poet of myself translates. A lifelong conversation-- this correspondence between my spirit and that of nature, my soul expressing itself as a part of the whole. Such recognition of an indefinable aspect of our existence is a connexion of consciousness.
Birds breathe their song, wind whistles a whisper, dog dives his eyes into an empty burrow (below the burrow burns a reality beyond our understanding where the wayfarer can feel warmth of wilderness permeate); fox alfresco, traipse-trots through thinlets of wood with her cubs exercising their experience. Such an education is this! Knowledge of its own sake.
Standing at the shore edging our feet onto the petrified sand banking the water’s brim, we watch: the pond percolates upon my mind rippling ideas half-formed and half-created. Impressions of intrinsic beauty reigns the virtue of my vision. With open eyes I see what it is I hear and follow the sounding compass of the dog, allowing intuition to guide reason along the footpath of its genius where, at length, the water is emptied out into an unknown abyss then, at an immeasurable time later, does it mysteriously descend to envelope the earth in a walking blanket of snow.
Today, is a day for the dog. A day for winter to wrap us in its wild warmth. A day that extends itself from the past into the future, but existing only now just as a dream upon the blink of a horizon.
And so, a snowflake holds my heart!