On a morning like this. The air is crisp. Just enough to see your breath. The low hanging sun is cutting dramatic lines in the mist as it burns off the grass. The sky is an icy blue and the light is stark and cool. On the right mornings you get a little touch of frost and the branches of the trees glint back little prisms. I’ve thought ahead and have a warm drink in my hands. There is no particular destination and my companion is not on a schedule. I would not be out if it was not for my dog. On a morning like this owning a dog is the best thing in the world, and walking her is a luxurious pleasure I have all to myself.
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