Monday, February 10, 2020
Wet Feathers
Didn't turn the yard light on for dog walking this morning. Snow gathers all the light and brings a glow to all it covers. You can see just fine out there. There is no dark.
Walking out the door with tiny Mack Attack I could feel it brushing gently on my shirt, uncovered head and the little dog too.....it felt like wet feathers.
So quiet was the morning that I could hear it too, rustling and shuffling and snuffling .....like wet feathers....
I love it when I and the dog (sometimes cat) are the only movement and sound in the world.
ReplyDeleteLovely post! Just lovely!
Thanks, Linda, I love the soft and secret silences in nature as well.
ReplyDeleteEarly morning awaiting the call to duty for my departed brother, nice to read this post and share with you the beauty of your current post with my memories of lovely, lonely days just God's world of wonders and I.
ReplyDeleteAnd all good dog stories are never ending, they are just too short to do justice.