The snow is almost gone now but for a moment everything was white, cold, and clean. The desert was transformed and I walked in a magical world of ice crystals, clouds, and sharp,clear air.
The brief spell of winter brought so much clarity to this harsh desert. There was an afternoon of beauty that threatened to soften this soul as I wandered the west mesa. I watched the dogs run, the shadows lengthen, and the sun set. Our footprints would soon melt and this day would be forgotten, lost in the return of the sun and warmer weather.
Days like this are rare out here. I celebrate each one with a walk, a thermos of cocoa, and the thought that in its own way, nature smiles on me and invites me out to play.