With yelps of anticipation, we approach the park.
The one for canines. And with a beach.
Morning duties are the first order of business. It’s ‘my’ park this morning. Too early, too cold for the ‘General Joe’! However, we hear barks in the distance. Just off the coast.
Never mind that water-based dog. Let’s get this frisbee swimming business started!
The Sounder trundles by carrying our other human family member to his city. Wonder if he sees us playing? Wonder if he sees the sea dogs?
It is peaceful again. The waves, the water barks, the land barks demanding the next toss. The snowy covered mountains. The sun rising from the normal spot.
Crisp. Small. Wet. Life. Breath.