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Praise for the stunning sunrise and the yellow dog who needed a walk. 

Rolling down the trail with my boyson a Monday afternoonin March.

I went out for a walk to find the light at the end of this grey day.

We went back to the trail this morning to see if my story was straight. 

Tonight our sunset walk became a super scary sprint for our lives.

I like to watch the dump trucks parade as they haul snow away from here.

Tired tired tired tired, also sunshine and skiing with friends.

The sign anchors the memories, and the family anchors my soul. 

Maria says she goes up to the hills to hear what she’s heard before. 

The dog and I walked out every morning, all the cold, dark winter long.

17 beats can’t hold this kick-the-snow-but-thanks-for-the-blue-sky-day. 

Fitting pieces together without directions demands discernment.

How to hold the grief, to take another step in this heart-breaking world? 

Plenty of snow and a clear sky, setting the stage for Super Snow Moon.

Perhaps her busy nose walks through the hood are like reading the paper? 

I shovel to think and I shovel because I do not have to think.

I stand in this snow globe and wonder at the road that brought me right here.

I scraped a thick layer of ice off the windshield and found art below. 

It’s just a regular day with regular stuff and also a moose.

Sometimes you get a front row seat to the magical moments of life.