Taking a break from Christmas decorating, I throw the ball for Sophie. I am struck by the scene. The November air crisp and cold. A faint ruckus to my right, some where in the distance a field of geese take flight. Closer yet in the river the chit chat of the flock of geese swimming in faint circles. The sky is a palette of pastels, the river a soft blue-silver, small ripples form in the smooth glass surface as the geese kick their feet. The sun brilliant against the peach colored sky, almost kissing the water, it's rosy rays casting a soft light. A painting of calm in the slow motion of winter. I go back inside to the sound of Christmas music and to sparkle of lights. Wish my boys were here complaining about my singing ability.