A fiery ember sinks low in the sky. If you listen closely, you might hear the faint sizzle as it melts into the snow, painting the world in golden twilight and the soft glow of a winter night.
~ Unknown

After a string of back-to-back shifts and digging out of 24″ of snow — courtesy of a blizzard delivered by a rather enthusiastic Mother Nature — I was finally able to get outside and take my dog, Maggie, down to the river for a little sunset stroll.

We walked along the frozen banks of the Hudson just as the sun slipped quietly behind the hills. The temperature was a balmy 37° with no wind. The air was fresh and frosty — cold but comfortable. The world seemed still and soft, and for a little while, everything seemed steady.