Today was one of those days.
Those
perfect days.
A day off
from school.
A day spent doing the things I love:
A day spent doing the things I love:
Reading,
Writing,
Baking,
Time with
family.
I knew I
needed to take Rose for a walk,
And yet,
I put it
off.
It had to
wait until after…
The reasons
piled up.
I don’t
know why I always do this.
I have
never come home from a walk,
A run,
A yoga
session,
Regretting
I went.
It is the
getting out the door that gets me every time.
And yet,
Each walk
brings an unexpected gift.
Time to be
outside,
Time to
talk to neighbors.
One walk recently
Gave me the
chance to visit our former sheriff.
To talk to
him about his dog.
To walk a bit together.
To walk a bit together.
To share a
grocery bag/ poop bag,
Since he
had forgotten his own.
Another
walk found a young girl,
Sprinting from
her house.
She had to
be about seven or eight,
And wanted
so badly to touch Rose.
After she
had hugged her,
She stood
up and told me,
“Thank you. My dog is in the hospital.”
“Thank you. My dog is in the hospital.”
My own eyes
brimmed with tears as we walked away.
She shouted
good-bye until she could see us no longer.
Today’s
walk brought an unexpected gift,
A forgotten
memory.
I came upon
a storm sewer.
And I
remembered Luke,
He couldn’t
have been more than three or four.
We were on
this same walk,
With his
little brother in the stroller.
I remember
his excited cries,
“Mommy, the
Ninja Turtles are down there.”
And how he
hopped out of the stroller,
Crouched
over the inlet,
Searching
for the turtles,
Calling
their names.
I’ve walked
by this spot,
Many, many
times over the past nine years,
But had
forgotten the story.
One more
time,
I realized
the blessings of a walk.
A bit of
exercise,
A chance to
get Rose’s energy out,
A time to
talk to people –
New acquaintances
and old,
And a time
to remember.
Time
certainly does fly,
But I’m
grateful for every moment.