Frost painted the freshly cut grass,
My heels clicked on the sidewalk
Our breaths showed white in the still cold air
The sun hid
We walked on with the sound of summer playing in our ears
Sun scorched beaches – white sand, blue skies
Dreams past and future
The mornings are quiet, we have the streets to ourselves.
We walk by triggering an automated light, a dog’s bark
I would hold your hand.
but you charge into the darkness and return
wanting no hold, no leash
Wanting only a friend to walk the dark and silent street.
These are reflections on my morning walks with Carwyn – my 6 month old golden retriever. He inspires walking and the joy of being outside – chasing new smells and finding just the right branch or pine cone to bring home.