February 4, 2008

White Dog came into the computer room and interrupted my Mayan village work. She clawed at my arm insisting that I come with her. Thinking there was a visitor at the door I complained and grumjbled but followed White Dog into the living room. No one was there. I sat for a minute in my chair to figure out what she needed. White Dog jumped up onto the arm and pointedly looked outside. We were in the midst of a thick and beautiful late afternoon snowstorm! She snuggled down on the arm and stretched onto my shoulder, grunted appreciatively, and bade me to share a moment of nature's awesomeness with her. We sat and watched and listened as the falling snow silenced rush hour's hum.