Sunshine and contemplation

A walk through the forest of toddles past and the meadow of memories.

The low winter sun warmed those who it touched this mid afternoon.

In our imaginings the four legged ones seemed to know our loss. Some attended to our melancholy by approaching our sun blessed position and allowed us to fuss our fingers through their warm soft fur … and of course to tell them how beautiful they were.

… and the world keeps turning.