Dogs need to be walked. And that means you have to go outside, no matter what the weather is.
But once you’re outside, you start to notice things.
You notice how frost covers every green leaf
and every brown.
You notice how it covers every stick,
every pod ,
and every surface, including the wooden gate.
You notice the sun rising quietly over the river,
the reeds swaying imperceptibly,
the green-tinged tree trunks
and the lovers’ claim to eternity.
You see the vegetables, dead and forgotten,
traces of autumn fading fast.
You notice the winter skyline
the river bank,
and the frozen dock.
Your dog needs to be walked every single darn day.
And so you notice things outdoors – just like you did when you were little.
One point for the dog, I suppose.
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I will be blogging over the holiday, but not on any set day or in any set category. I shall just write whatever and whenever strikes my fancy! Happy Holidays! 🙂