We walk together but quite often we walk alone together, Dunc's leash stretched out as far as he can get, stepping along briskly beside me, leaving me to my thoughts, allowing my eyes to trace the ridges of clouds which unfold across the western sky, one dark line after another, broken only occasionally by a simple strip of unblemished white. I let him sniff and meander and he lets me lose myself in the sound of my feet on the sidewalk or the grass, or the simple musical snapping of the twig I pluck off the tree we pass, or the stick I crush underfoot. He loves all my attention but he loves me enough to know when I am lost in my own walk. He loves me enough to bask in our silence.
5 comments:
What a wonderfully quiet post. Amazing how well you wrote silence. I love the quote too.
What's the duration of your evening walk?
I don't think ours are long enough for me to do any real quality ruminating.
I have to go the beach and let the surf fill my ears to do that properly.
I like that picture Curt. Nice post.
Oh it felt all quiet! Loved it!
Shhhhh. Curt is walking.
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