Would you follow this road? Or would you stand and just enjoy the now? Just enjoy being there? It was so silent. And yet filled with life. Snowflakes still fell cold then melted on my cheeks and eyelashes. I could hear the wind in the trees. It was murkey light, yet beams of sun pierced through to create a cathedral in the pines.
Other days and other times of the year, my road looks like this. Warm and dappled. Yet the snow, when it comes, christens the road with a purity and beauty so pristine as to be almost virgin---as if no person (or dog) had ever walked there before.
I became lost in the splendor of seeing a red breasted robin sitting on this branch just seconds before. It was our personal haven. He or she looked squarely at me, and I at the bird that tilted its head to the left and then right as it gazed at me. For that brief encounter, we were eye to eye and shared the snow.
They call them snow birds. People who flee the colder climates for warmer climates in the winter. But my red breasted bird took the opposite route, flying north to sit on a branch covered in beautiful white snow. I turned and walked back down my road. Would the red breasted one follow in flight beside me?
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