These summer evenings have been just perfect for leisurely strolls. The heat of the day is gone, but it is still warm. The air is calm, with just enough of a breeze. Oh, these lazy, hazy eves of summer!
You can literally say that everyone and their dogs are out. I keep a tight rein on Sheba. She’s an excited girl. Tonight she’s preoccupied sniffing every telephone pole and sign post. We are not moving along fast. It’s a step, step, then sniff, sniff. It is a bit annoying. We are not getting an aerobic workout by any stretch of the imagination. I have to remind myself that every dog needs its day. I let her sniff to her content. It’s her time.
It is the last day of July. I should be at my keyboard tapping out something profound. But the evening calls and we follow, past the church, its door lit like a beacon in the night. We come by the playground with the big pencil pointing upward. I know. I still have my writing to do. I will get to it when we get home.
I am here, trying to find those magical words. I’ve left it too late. They, too, have their time. I have to give them more respect and not take them for granted. Till tomorrow then, dear readers. Tomorrow. Good night.