how like a wound that begins to heal ~

Snow, wind, and cold do nothing to dampen Sophie's eagerness for a walk; if anything the snow seems to make her cavort even more than usual. So this morning she and I did our ridge walk anyway despite the conditions. I learned that when you tuck your nose into your jacket that your glasses fog up. But we did see some swans sail overhead...and when we stepped into the shelter of the forest of spruce and aspen...warm and out of the wind...we found the chickadees gently flitting and chickadeedeeing in the branches of the trees...and I saw ice begin to form from the edges of the creek moving outward towards the center of its flow, and I thought how like a wound that begins to heal...and how like a dog to take you there.