A quiet walk with my dog in late afternoon...
The sky was darkening early; the daylight competing with thick, drooping snow clouds.
Westward, a nebulous eye in the sky was struggling to find its way through the snow screen. It was the sun--barely visible, yes, but what else could it be?--casting a subtle, mysterious glow through the snowfall. It was magical.
My big dog stood quietly leaning against me, and we watched as the sun slid down to the trees and beyond.
And the aura was gone.
And the aura was gone.
