I was stunned to see the sandy beach sandwiched between snow and ocean.
Joy was so happy to bark at the waves, she flew a little.
It was such a clear day, that even the moon decided to make an appearance, just over the lighthouse.
We trudged through the wild snowy trails. Joy, my ever loyal dog, plowed a path for me.
Most importantly, Eddie qualified with flying colors.
And then our trio flew home. Past the flying geese.