Even though the evenings are chilly, some of our December days have been absolutely stunning. Late afternoon today, just after Tarra and Bella appeared back at their barn, I stood in the woods observing the majesty of this place. The trees were alive with all manner of birds and insects making noises that could be easily heard but more deeply felt by closing your eyes, allowing yourself to drift with the breeze. Silent thunder, the familiar earthly vibration brought me from my daze to the sheer joy that only this vision could bring; Sissy and Winkie moving at a brisk pace, eyes wide with pleasure as they made a bee-line toward me. There were all manner of noises and tears as we greeted. Hearing the rumblings of a reunion, Tarra and Bella quickly joined us. For quite some time we intertwined trunks and hands. I received tender pets as I gave Winkie her favorite of all favorites—a tongue rub. Sissy stood close by, gently extending her foot pad, reassurance elephant-style as Bella barked, demanding her fair share of affection. It was glorious!
The joy lasted for nearly an hour. As the sun began to set, it was time to part. Joy overflowed in the form of warm tears and urgent caresses; parting is always such sweet sorrow. As our eyes met we held the glance and knew, all is well. Tarra, Bella and Sissy turned in the direction of the barn as I slowly turned in the other, holding my hands to my chest in the effort to keep this cherished feeling in my heart. When I turned for one last glance, my heart stopped; tears spilled down my face in a flood and breathing was impossible. With Tarra and Bella already out of sight on their way to the barn and Sissy standing in the middle of the path facing home, Winkie was on the path only a few feet away, following me. I bowed my gratitude to her and urged her to head on home with the others and promised that we would spend time together again soon.