Tuesday, November 10, 2009

One Wise Choice

There is a desperation to coming home, to getting Duncan on the leash and outside before the day has entirely faded. Although it is not always possible I try awfully hard because it doesn't seem fair to sit in a window all day, looking out on the world and not feeling the sun on your face and the crisp Autumn air in your lungs. So tonight I raced home and ran with him across the street, up the hill where the two trees stand overlooking the lake. We plopped down in the cool grass and rolled around and over each other, tangling the leash between us until I finally took it off and rolled it up into my pocket. When the day seemed settled and the night an inevitability, we found a comfortable silence to sit in, Duncan resting his chin on my knee while I played with curls at his ears and stroked his soft cheek, two of my favorite parts of The Duncan. The night whispered around us and swallowed our reverence.
Racing home to spend a few precious fleeting moments of light with my boy seemed the wisest decision I'd made all day.


Sierra Rose said...

Duncan! The evening light awaits you...smell that grass, roll and play. Midnight moonlinght is on it's way.

Hugs and snaggle-tooth kisses,
Sierra Rose and mom

Greg said...

What a good dad and pal you are to him. There are rewards a-plenty to you both, though, obviously. : )

Sam said...

Sometimes the best thing to do is spend a little time with your best friend. I'm sure he feels the same way... :)

traci said...

Another amazing photo. Love the colors of that sky.