Some mornings, when Beaumont the Sheepadoodle and I head out for our first saunter, we cross paths with the woman in the bright yellow coat.
It is fluffy. Like a polar bear. Cuddly. Like Beaumont’s fur.
When our paths intersect, she always stops to say hello, though she never speaks those words.
The moment she is close enough to be heard, she blurts out some arcane fact of which I have little desire to know if it is true or not. I just like the fact she blurts out facts in the morning.
Did you know, she begins, before going on to tell me some novel thing about the moon, Tom Brady, the height of the Eiffel Tower, the flow of water in the river.
This morning, when we meet, she turns her face upwards as if to catch the tiny flakes of snow drifting down.
She puts one hand out, palm up to receive nature’s benediction and says, while staring pointedly at Beaumont, “These flakes are dog toys falling from heaven.”
Later, after we’ve parted, she to walk up the hill, me to turn into the lane leading to our house, I wonder if I heard her correctly. Did she say ‘dog’ or ‘God’?
It doesn’t matter, forwards or backwards, it is a delightful fact to savour.
I think it’s true.
Snowflakes are dog toys falling from heaven.
Like angels. Always present. Always fluttering their wings to create tiny miracles of joy in every day encounters where strangers come bearing enchanting gifts when their paths cross on snowy mornings.
And facts don’t need checking when they come wrapped up in the wonder of nature. They only need to be heard and honoured with a joyful smile of gratitude for the morning delight.
I wrote this piece in the writer’s circle I participate in every Wednesday night. Created by the remarkable Ali Grimshaw of Flashlight Batteries, the circle is a safe and courageous place to explore word-craft, your poetic nature and our shared human condition.
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and… this is the part I forgot to include!
This post about snow is also in response to the writing prompt today ‘WINTER’ on Eugi’s Causerie –
Your Weekly Prompt – Winter – February 4, 2021.
moonlit frosty nights
a whoosh of winter beckons
the awe of wonder
Go where the prompt leads you and publish a post on your own blog that responds to the prompt. It can be any variation of the prompt and/or image. Please keep it family friendly. Prompts close 7 days from the close of my post.
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