Frozen fingers

007I stand shivering at the edge of the field as the sun rises, watching the dog tear round the frozen field. There is a crow… it has to be chased, apparently, but all I catch on camera is a black blur of speed. That may be partly due to the fur and feather brigade’s obvious enjoyment of the high speed chase, but is more likely due to the frost bitten tremor of my fingers.

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My own fault, of course; but going out in the dark means you don’t see what the morning has in mind… and Ani does not allow you the time to reconsider whether or not gloves and scarf are in order. She bounds through the open door like a bullet from a gun, dragging the poor unfortunate at the controlling end of the leash with her. I say ‘control’ but that is an ironic misnomer at this point of the proceedings. Her excitement knows no bounds and every day is an adventure for her which she greets with gusto. It is a daily reminder of how to live, this bouncing off into the unknown, embracing the day and its surprises. On mornings this cold, however, beating a rapid retreat seems preferable to me.

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It has not yet been really bitter cold, not like this morning where the frost is winter thick, the cars encased in feathered ice and the unexpected freeze bites deep. I realise that I should have known… the darkness was less complete this morning as I glanced out of the window. That much had registered in the pre-caffeinated fog of my brain. Of course, it will be lighter if the world is white. And I can’t use the camera with gloves anyway.

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The dog has disappeared completely… the fields are wide here, there is space for her to run in safety across the crisp surface. The rising gold sets fire to the last stand of autumn in the little copse and I watch ice crystals grow on the leaves of next year’s spring. Does it matter if I freeze when I can witness the beauty of a morning? Is comfort worth more than adventure and is the temporary pain of frozen fingers too high an offering for a sunrise? I think not. Ani is a good teacher.

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About Sue Vincent

Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs. Follow her at scvincent.com and on Twitter @SCVincent. Find her books on Goodreads and follow her on Amazon worldwide to find out about new releases and offers. Email: findme@scvincent.com.
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34 Responses to Frozen fingers

  1. socialbridge says:

    How this resonates, Sue, though we haven’t had any frost yet.
    Where would we be without our crazy, black dogs?

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  2. Sue Vincent says:

    Possibly in a nice warm bed at dawn 😉 But then… where’s the fun in that? 🙂

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  3. ksbeth says:

    she is, and it is all worth it, in my opinion.

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  4. Green Embers says:

    I am not sure there is a greater joy than taking a puppy for a walk and a more tiring experience, lol.

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  5. Magnificent pictures. ❤
    B-r-r-r. I feel sorry for your fingers but that green plant, though somewhat attractive dressed in frost, made my teeth chatter. Oh the poor thing.

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  6. Isn’t the frost amazing? And as for the rambunctious Ani, you go girl! Make your mistress go out with frozen fingers and send us such gorgeous pictures and text! I love you! Woof!

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  7. Yet another beautiful series of photos!! Thank you. Hugs, Leiah

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  8. Beautiful winter breath….we’ve had nothing like this yet….it’s still warm and autumnal 🙂

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  9. I am downright phobic about the oncoming winter. Today it’s warm. Almost 70, though it’s raining too, so it’s hard to figure the comfort factor of the day. The cold will be back in a couple of days. They’re talking about a “white Thanksgiving.” I wish I could look forward to it, but all I feel is cold. Brr. Two out of our four dogs like the ice and snow. The other two think the sofa is the perfect place to wait until spring.

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  10. Eliza Waters says:

    Love the frosty macro and all the frost-misted landscapes! Ani can’t contain her joy!

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  11. supernova1c says:

    This reminds me of this morning Sue, all white with frost and numbing fingers to contend with heh heh 🙂
    I’ll be glad and relieved when it’s spring – I do like the light 😀

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