Thursday, October 4, 2007

Golden Days

"Dogs are our link to paradise. They don't know evil or jealousy or discontent. To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring-- it was peace." (Kundera)

These last days of Autumn are a gift. It was 83 today; the sun was warm, the light was strong and solid, the leaves smelled of rich earth and burning cinnamon and the shadows were long and pointed. All I could think about was getting home and sitting with Duncan at his glen–our new favorite spot–and watching the faraway, nearly transparent clouds move across our small patch of sky. He's happy spending the time rolling back and forth in the leaves on the hill behind me, his legs splayed straight up in the air, snorting like a pig and grinning from ear to ear.

I tell you, if you've never done it, and you're not self-conscious about someone seeing you, give it a try. It feels wonderful, like that's why Autumn and leaves and sunshine and dogs were invented.

1 comment:

Kevi said...

I think I will try to take a walk through City Creek tonight.