I passed by, camera in hand, one snowy afternoon in March just as the sun peeked through as if asking permission to come out now. I glanced over and she immediately caught my eye- I had to do a double take.
Seeing her standing there dressed in white- so perfectly imperfect that it in fact made her perfect. She spoke not a word; though her beauty spoke volumes. Her language was silence, which I happen to be most fluent in.
For a moment the world around us seemed to cease to exist- everything went quiet, or perhaps just my mind. It was void of all but the story of this beautiful gal.
All dressed in snow with a pale blue and white sky as a backdrop, the Zen-looking trees seeming to watch over her from behind. The tracks in the snow all around her evidence of the fun times had by a few happy canines today. Oh the stories she’d tell, if she spoke more than silence.
