November is a good time for visiting, for touching base with old friends and reminding oneself about what is good and strong and important in life before the nights grow longer and the days more pale, before the winds joins in chorus and wash the warmth from the trees and fields and spirits. It is good to take walks in the sunshine, to listen to the calls of the geese and the short yips of the prairie dogs from their squat little burrows. 
It is good to have a dog in these days, someone who cares not what season it is, but only that you're walking with him in it.
It is good to have a dog in these days, someone who cares not what season it is, but only that you're walking with him in it.
No comments:
Post a Comment