Today started out right: a walk almost first thing. Someone has been a little stressed lately and though I constantly try to lead the way toward a better life, Someone seems rather resistant. Everyone knows the best way to start a day, and therefore the best way to live your life, is to go for a nice walk with a nice dog in the morning before you turn on your computer.
This morning I prevailed. I like running around at night. Don't get me wrong. I turn wild and spooky and all rules of polite leash walking are suspended in the dark. But a morning walk is so beautiful and leaves you full of hope for the day. So you have to come home and pick up the little pieces when you get back, at least you walked and heard the woodpeckers call and the nuthatches crab and you have seen the crows set off on their morning reconnaissance missions. You've seen the peachy morning light glowing on the rusted-out structure of the bridge you walked blithely under and that the spidery vein of open water in the Mississippi has expanded and that the river's icy coat has broken into floating islands of gray in the shining black water.
And, if you have walked to the right place, you are returning with a muffin in a little paper bag to share with your little red dog when you get home again.
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