Anne Murray
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=aVNj9Pl-i7I
I used to love to take Zach and Ginger to the woods after a fresh deep snow just after it turned dark. There would be no footsteps but ours. There would be little sound under our feet. I often wondered if curious wildlife was observing us. Once an owl swooped down to the creek and it was one of the most awesome experiences.
We would walk deep into the woods as far as we could physically go by the light of the moon glowing over the crystaline snow. At other times without the snow as and ol Sol as our guide and comfort, I would never venture even to the very edge of the woods.
I miss those times.
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What a beautiful and poignant post. You brought me right into your memory of your moonlight walk in the snow with Zack and Ginger. Thank you for sharing your memories with us. You must wish for those times again and how I wish them for you.
ReplyDeleteI love you.
As much as I hate the cold weather and walking in the snow, I felt these words of yours - I think I even heard the footsteps crunching lightly along. Such a sweet sharing of words and memories, Di. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteLots of love coming your way