Mulling things on my morning ramble with Storm, our family’s mixed Lab.
At least the dawn came with its own paint brush.
Lord knows, it is a winter where I will take color where I find it.
And that was pretty much the highlight of the morning.
Slog all the way to the town pond for the first time since Saturday and you would think something more profound then, “It is not as cold as it has been, but it is still cold.”
But that was about it.
Frankly I was more focused on the here and now, rather than the profound.
Not having seen the town pond in five days, I wanted to see what it and the snow and ice looked like. I did not see any human tracks, but looks of tracks of squirrels, mice or voles, rabbits and what I think are coyotes.
Only human sign was tracks of four-wheelers driving off through the brush. Why do they do that?
I really don’t understand.
But at least the dawn came with blue, yellow, orange, deep purple, black and white.
It made a nice contrast with the bleak Nordic landscape of ice and snow.
A street from home, a gray squirrel loped from one side to another and a second later a lone mourning dove shot a straight line overhead.
That was it for wildlife.
My thermometer behind the our garage had 17 degrees, say 30 degrees or so warmer than it has been the last several mornings. But the building southwest winds knifed reality into it.
