I felt lazy. So when it was time to take my dog out for a quick potty run, I just put my coat on over my pyjamas and shoved my bare feet into my low snowboots, and headed out.
Well, it was supposed to be just a quick potty run. Instead the dog
headed in the direction of Lake Pepin, and I followed obediently. For
the last several days, my dog and I have been walking way out on frozen
Lake Pepin. The weekend ice fishermen's trucks leave a convenient wheel
rut to walk in. This time we ventured far, far out onto the Lake. I
could no longer distinguish the buildings in Maiden Rock. From that
vantage point out on the ice, the buildings seemed to fade away or blend
into the background. All I could see all around me was a vast expanse
of white and then in the distance bluff upon bluff dotted with
evergreens and the wooded inlets with their 3-tiered contrasts of
honey-brown stands of native grasses against the taller red-brown sumacs
against the still taller dark green fir trees. The sun bounced off the
snow and glinted off the tops of the trees. The sky was hyacinth blue.
Mother Nature - she is glorious.
We stayed out on the Lake for nearly two hours. The dog, at times, was
completely out of my sight. Then my eyes would catch a flash of light
brown on the white snow, and I'd see him off in the distance, his head
turning slowly as he panned the distance until he spotted me. "Ah, there
she is - she's fine - I can keep on running" his ears would say (stand-up Shepherd ears can talk), and he'd dash off again and
fade from my sight.
As I said, we were out there wandering around on the frozen Lake for
nearly two hours. I thought to myself, "I'll stay here forever." And
then I clearly heard my mother's voice say in my head, "Not in those pyjama pants."
Suddenly aware of my almost numb hatless, gloveless, pyjama-bottomed
self, my dog and I walked back. The bluffs receded and the buildings of
Maiden Rock returned.
"A pot of hot tea, " I said to my dog. "Breakfast," said my dog's ears.