Winter 1955

On frozen Ahtanum Creek caked snow melts from my pant cuffs around my ankles and down into my boots. Shep stations himself where the ice thins. “Far enough.” I understand him as clearly as if he spoke in words. I trust him, my best friend, playmate,...

Today the Sky Is Working

On a late October hike I was thrilled to see the first snow of the season in our Oregon Cascades. I breathed in the clean, cold air perfumed with manzanita. As a friend commented, “The sky is working.” This year, when we expected autumn, instead we did our...