Isn't it amazing how no two days are the same?
How no two dreams are the same?
How no two leos are the same?
February is the last full month of winter and in Chicago it is a frigid 28 days. Almost like a sinful, minty kiss goodbye, reminding you it will be back next year. Winter is mysterious with it's playful ideas of snowmen and hot chocolate but with the reality of runny noses and chapped skin. With the right motivation, and maybe the right amount of layers too, we can still explore our nearest dog park with Gypsy Rose.
Luckily, this space has a different terrain for each type of person.
There is the wide open field, curvy trials through the forest and a simple enclosed path in the back.
As soon as we stepped out of our family coupe, the bitter wind greeted our bodies. But, really we'll do anything for our sweet girl. Bundled up, we started to the wide open field. Really, I have never felt the wind colder than this day. We made it about half way down the field until we turned, well slipped, into the entrance of the forest.
The trees in the forest were as chatty as ever. As they enclosed us from the wind, charming whispers and hard knocks swirled around my family.
I can't imagine how long these trees have been rooted here or what caused them to grow. I can't ask what beautiful lessons they have learned or who's eyes they have seen or who's feet have walked here. I can only listen to their stories and what they have to tell me. I can only see paw prints in the ice and imagine which friends have happened upon this place before, I. This freezing cold land can only make me feel like a wild ice princess playing hide and seek with the wolves and her lover. This frozen woodland adventure can only be mine.
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