Imbolc Black Mountain Moon
The dogs have each adapted to the mountain in their own way. Vega climbs the stairs up to the small porch off my loft and surveys her world. She used to do the same from the window seat in Andover. Rigel prefers to remain inside on cold, snowy days, lying on the tile beneath which runs the radiant heat. Gertie runs outside, rolls in the snow, burrows in it, then runs up the stairs and asks to come in up here. She lies down while I read or write. Kepler takes long, slow walks in the woods, apparently purposeful, though I cannot discern the purpose. He looks wonderful against the snow falling, his black coat flecked with white. A Japanese mountain dog in his element.
