Down by the farmer's fields, it was a slightly
more energetic day, what with the ice and snow, but slowly softening dirt roads
, so that we stepped more on the ice to avoid the quick-sand effect, the wind
dubiously absent, the birds singing and calling out, as if venturing the
conviction that the worst might be over. As the pup sniffed down the paths of
field mice and the lingering Canadian Geese flocks fed and sang and partied
upon the shoals of our friend the river, and everything was Good.
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