Last week when the late afternoon sun and a breeze turned the leaves, wearing their last burst of intense colour, into drifting magic, Aimee and I went for a walk. One of the things about keeping company with a dog is knowing that you will be outside at least four or five times that day, so even if you get engrossed in your work, your friend’s not going to let you forget that the world is there. This day we escaped for a longer walk. As I watched her investigate a section of leaf-covered lawn with intense interest, her nose touching the leaves and rooting for the grass underneath, the demands of the day fell away. We stood together on a carpet of gold and red leaves with the wind shaking more down around us. It was quiet, except for the breeze rustling the leaves, and the distant bark of another dog. Nothing to do but breathe, and swim in colour.
October 25, 2009 by Leave a Comment