Sundae Run

As Sundae and I attempted to stay huddled together inside my chilly apartment over the past week, we had plenty of cold and snow pressing down our sense of outdoor adventure. However, we were blessed to have an exuberant amount of sunshine peering through the negative temperatures. This brought warmth through the slatted blinds and a sense of hope as we awaited warmer temperatures.
Sunday came after a hibernated weekend's rest, and Sundae knew it was time to go outside when she saw me pick up her burnt orange coat. She pranced down the stairs as if she had just regained her will to live. We bundled up and with a brisk step, we plowed through the snow with boots and paws.
Making our way down the snow mounded sidewalk, Sundae received the freedom to lawlessly roam without her leash. The snow pinched above her belly and each step had become a leap from snow boot track to snow boot track. A few minutes later and a good burning muscle feeling in my calves, we looked out to the frozen white tundra before us. Sundae peered at me, awaiting my command to "go ahead!". She dashed across the pavement and over the snow bank to prove her snow running skills across the empty park. We ran with giggles and joy as we made fresh tracks in the snow. We looked at each other from afar, wondering why nobody else would attempt to have such carelessly free fun. But, we could care less to analyze such a thought since plenty of untouched snow awaited our trampling stomps towards unfettering euphoria.
Twenty stomps away, Sundae leaped a new trail with her head turning to meet mine. As I stopped to adjust my gloves and hat, she transitioned from a leap into a full force run. She dominated the snow once over half her size and made it seems like a powdered path as she grinned in each fast paced step. I cheered her on, and I could see her shout, "Yeah Mom! Look at me go!". Sundae's run reminded me that these moments are filled with such tantalizing grace and renewal much needed after the most unwavering storms in life.