We powered along to no avail.
In the hopes of finding our summer trail.
Snow had become our footprint’s falling grace.
Silly the vanity that overcomes me during the nighttime hour.
Acquiring all my sanity.
By morning’s light, the dogs and I, have been relieved of
all that common sense binds.
Thus, a daily morning walk.
Into a village unto its own.
Where the ice breaches upon leafy sanctuaries.
And, dissident behavior begins with my ankles…traveling to my knees.