The Winter Dance
We head out onto the snow-covered frozen lake with darkening skies on the horizon.
The golden retrievers excited at getting out for the daily nature excursion.
Northwest winds, cold and cloud do not dampen our enthusiasm as a change of weather, a collision of fronts low and high fascinate on a piece of the earth that we inhabit together and alone in our exploration.
Just as we reached the far shore the dark clouds opened, shearing winds broke free.
First snow then snow squalls in wind-blown gust engulfed us in a dancing natural whiteout of changing weather and temperature.
Turn to get the wind with us as we head back toward the warm shelter of home.
Stopped in awe at the beautiful and wild chaos moving all around Snow devils jumped up everywhere and moved to gusty rhythms in wild dances Spins swirls to and fro in small tornadoes of snow.
They existed as energetic torrents of wispy shades of white as alive as you and I. They lived a short time jumping up dancing and moving only to disappear in the distance.
Others seemed to see the fun and jump up to take their turn as dancing ghosts. Past snow lifts from the lake to grab a new snowy partner in a celebration of the cold and gusty winds that supply the music.
They move and fly across the floor as we make steps toward home. First steps in new snow Ghosts and Apparitions up from the Past appear to move to the Future as we walked among them in the Present.
Just another gift from the great spirit in the sky comes down to play on a mild calm to windy cold day.
The powerful winter dance felt and embraced fast and fleeting in duration yet Forever in spirit memory’
We bend at the waist bow down and thank you for the dance.
