As the
sunset nears, I bring the little old Shiva in from her time outside, standing
and feeling the breeze in her beautiful fur, smelling the scents of live far
from here.
I pack
the pup into the car, and take off down the mountain, toward the river, the ice
covered layers only a dream from days gone by.
We zip
by the Eagle Sanctuary, to take in the view, as the golden sky turns pink,
yellow, purple.
As the
Mallard couple dines upon delicacies from the spring pools in the field. Up
Summit Road, I park, grab the little Shepherd from the back, and we head up the
flat pavement, the range looming above us.
Three White Tail Deer are caught unawares, as
they nibble a desert from the remaining dried corn left in fields, and then see
us, leaping high and gracefully, tails bobbing through the forest as they make
their way.
Spring
peepers hold nothing back, their vibrant song filling the air, as the earth
tucks into the night here, and we head back home.
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