December 2, 2009
As I stepped outside this morning, I was met with a wintery blast of cold. The kind of cold that sinks immediately to your bones, where your breath seems to freeze in midair. The sounds of a typical morning were absent as a light snow fell and the world was still and quiet.
While walking the pathway to the barn, I looked out over the pasture and was reminded of a photo I took a couple of years ago. The vision before me exactly the same, as if it were that moment, with the exception of one thing. 
I stopped and stared for a long time, standing alone in the cold, and tried real hard to see what was no longer there, all the while imagining a dog, whose fur was as white as the snow falling, looking back at me.
