A walk in the snow.

After some almost spring like days, we got a big fall of snow yesterday. As I walked home in it late yesterday afternoon, I loved the experience. The feel of the snow on my face. Very soft against my skin. Soft and almost fuzzy. I closed my eyes. I don't need them to travel anyway and felt the flakes against them. I could hear the flakes tick tick ticking as they fell. I felt my feet moving through swishing the snow. Moving it as it rustled. My feet also crunched and squeaked. My guide dog pranced along. We've been a team long enough that I trusted her to help if I got turned around. Traveling whille it is snowing actively like that and windy too can be a bit disorienting but I felt confident and so did Tulia. It wasn't a long walk but was an exhilarating one.

Great things about being blind. Walk in the snow.

The other day, my guide dog and I, my friend and her guide dog, and our friend went for a walk in a large park in the snow. I loved hearing the dogs run around together. Their jingling collars. Them snorting in the snow. Their feet. My feet crunching through snow. Great conversations. Laughter. The snow was wet and good for snowballs. I loved forming them in my hands. This walk made me happy and relaxed. The dogs too I think. Tulia came home wet and tired and content. Nothing like good friends, good dogs, walking in nature, and snow!