The night was sleepless. My emotions went on a turbulent ride, sometimes despondent, sometimes resentful, sometimes enraged, my poor little heart still hurting through it all.
With the sound of morning alarm I headed out the door with my Nikon. Snow shower was just starting. Last time I saw snow falling, I was in Tehachapi with an old friend. An Alaskan Malamute named Char came to greet us. My friend taught me proper Buddhist way to bow. I took many pictures with my 35mm, eventually titling one "Snow Flower." Shortly after this trip, my friend of eighteen years and I parted ways. Three years and some months have past since.
Snow fell heavier and heavier as day grew old.
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