It’s cold enough. The clouds look heavy.
My heart longs for my team.
They would be sniffing the air. Following me in the yard as I prepped the rig. Playing chasing games in anticipation. The first flakes would send them into fits of barking. And Tundra howling.
Can you see them in the clouds? Can you hear them in the wind?
I search my heart and mind for them.
Oh my, I miss them so.
It looks like snow.
