My dog Bella woke me up this morning at 5:30 – yup, lucky me, right?! It’s actually only a half hour earlier than when my normal workday begins, but its Saturday, its cold outside and last night we had our first snow. Why, Bella, why?!?! I guess she’s just trying to torture me as she bounces on the bed panting in my face and trying my patience. But, when a dog’s gotta go, a dog’s gotta go. And what’s the alternative? Cleaning up stains on the rug? No, thanks. So, I pull on my coat and plop my hat on my sleepy head yawning uncontrollably. I can’t find my gloves, so I grab an old pair that are too big, and step out into the tundra. I lose my breath to the burst of cold wind that greets me when I open the door. Awesome…
Muttering to myself, I trudge down the snow-covered street while Bella frolics in the virgin white snow. It’s quiet and peaceful on this lonely trail up to the bay, since most sane people without pets are still wrapped up in their cozy beds and won’t rise to daylight for another three hours. I eventually trick myself into thinking that it really isn’t so bad (not) to be the only human being in the universe walking up the snowy path in the dark, which is only slightly illuminated by the pristine snow and full moon hiding behind the clouds. But if I let it, this pre-dawn trek could be a good thing. Bella immediately does her thing, so I guess she wasn’t just pulling my chain. Good girl, I praise her. She looks up at me with that big wide grin, tail wagging wildly, then streaks off into the snow, yanking my arm out of the socket. Arrgghhh…
The quiet of pre-dawn actually fills me with peace after a very stressful week. I walk along feeling calm for the first time in days. I take a cleansing deep breath of the frosty air and blow it out forming circles before me. Bella sniffs the ground and follows tiny footprints of an animal that arose even earlier than us. The ducks, which are usually quacking quietly in the swamp, have disappeared. I guess they have finally wised up to the fact that the warmth of the south isn’t a bad idea after all and have probably flown the coop. I imagine how nice the warmth of the sun would feel upon my skin right about now and yearn for the summer. Instead we turn to head home to a pot of hot coffee, which I’ll sip as I sit on my chair in meditation and watch the sun rise over the lagoon.
I can’t really say that I’m unhappy to have gotten up as early as I did, thanks to my rambunctious Labrador retriever. Guess I’m used to braving the weather in the name of walking her outside before she does something inside. But this morning Bella inadvertently has taken me on a path of mental renewal where enjoying the quiet and peace of an early morning snow has calmed my nerves and given me hope for tranquility on this cold winter’s day. Gotta love her.
Sometimes it’s scary how alike we think! We wrote very similar opening paragraphs today. We could have passed each other on the street…I was the one in the pjs! For both of us to being writing almost identical openings on the same morning? Sisters from another mister, indeed. Only I got a few hours more sleep than did you! Enjoy this beautiful winter day, Sis! 😀
I’m headed to your blog right now to check it out!
Sisters, indeed! Plus, I was a big Frank Sinatra fan, and although it wasn’t in Radio City, I saw one of his last concerts as well. To me, the flaws embodied his perfection, and I just loved him. Meet you for coffee in the morning – I’ll be the one in sweatpants with the crazy Lab!