It’s the day after the blizzard (Jan. 27), and, with more
cold and snow on the forecast for Friday (Jan. 30), there will finally be an
abundance of snow cover in Brooklyn’s Prospect Park.
Time to get my cross-country skis going. Out with the
Thurber, our Redbone Coonhound, who lives for Snow Days. Paws gripping the ice
and climbing through undergrowth. So much ahead that excites. Life is short and
in few places that I know of does that show as clearly as in the bounding
clammer of a coonhound in the woods covered in snow and ice; like that of a dog
bred for water work, say, in Minnesota, land of ten thousand lakes.
Color me northern, but it thrills my heart to see this dog
of the Ole South, of Tennessee and Georgia, in post-blizzard winter. To me, in day
after day of heat and humidity, where is the fierce glow of life in that?
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