Thanksgiving

A cold front hovers over us, making the days especially gorgeous. The temperature gauge read 8F this morning. The skies are blue and clear, the remaining snow sparkles and crunches underfoot, and our small slice of heaven is quiet. Especially on this day, a holiday.

The usual valley fog was just starting to creep up the hillside toward the house.

Meadow scratched at the door. I thought she wanted in, but what she really wanted was for me to come out. To play. I did - throwing her now-frozen Kong-on-a-rope for her to retrieve. Maia's stomach was rumbling, so she remained content curled in a ball on the snow. I noticed that Meadow's fur around her ears was frosted white from the moisture in the fog. It looked as though she'd had her hair frosted for the holiday. I took photos.

Because Maia's stomach wasn't cooperating, I left the girls home when I left to meet a friend for a run. It was 0F when we started our run. I thoroughly enjoy running in such cold temperatures.

Late this afternoon, I took the girls for a neighborhood patrol. As we returned to our driveway, I let them off leash at the bottom, to chase and romp all the way back to the house. It's a ritual they love. Maia led Meadow off into the field for a game of chase and wrestle, and it was then that I noticed a nearly-full moon rising over the trees just to the east. The sun was simultaneously setting in the west, leaving a pink stain on the few scattered low clouds on that horizon.

Stunning.

I ran inside for my camera.

A happy Thanksgiving indeed. I'm thankful for my girls and the way they open my eyes to the world around me.