The sunless grey sky releases an afternoon rain pushing leaves beginning to transition to bright yellows and deep reds. Each drop’s ripple in the pond, each leaf that falls through wind and rain a reminder of nature’s course in time and the fragile thread we all cling to.
I watch the sun set behind the hills. I watch planes pass overhead nearly colliding with the moon. I watch the pond empty and then fill again. And again. With ducks. The dogs stand watch, stoic poses, passed through generations and breeding. I wonder what they are thinking.
Do you remember where you were that night in the autumn the first hard freeze and the sky exploding with clouds and light? I will never forget where I was standing near the pond filled with an orange reflection waiting for the call, for you.
Each room flooded with light. The floor is warm and fuzzy and in the middle the puppy sleeps. I watch ducks and geese land with grace and belly-flops into the pond and squirrels stretch their winter legs. I still last evening’s sunset and today I feel alive.
Minnesota. Negative 10. Snow and beautiful sunshine. The trail is empty. The sky is clear. The snow crunches. My breath heavy. A path across the pond around the lake, but I am not alone. Still, silent, rising from the icy depths. Snow guardians.