Lena Lingemann

Walking in the forest is always magical for me. But every once in a while nature performs a magic act that leaves me wonderstruck.

It’s a few days before Christmas. Ryder, my shaggy-beast Bouvier, is loping ahead at a distance roughly the length of a school bus. All at once, he stops and looks over his shoulder, his bearded face asking a question. He returns to me and places himself in a heel posit