Sunday, March 23, 2014

walking

I used to walk nearly every day. I don't mean: walk across the room or up the stairs to the bedroom or office or bathroom or walk to the car. I used to walk the dog every day, typically in the evening, in the park, by the same shrubs and pines and grass, by the same knoll, the same hill, through the seasons.

And now I do not walk every day. Only on occasion.

I miss it.

The dog misses it terribly.

She tells me so whenever I see her.

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