13 April 2015

Circus dog

The air is rising in cold damp swirls around me from the path and grass beneath my feet. The sky is expansive, clear and blue, with the hot sun landing on my shoulders. My favourite sensation combination. I feel I might be swimming through my life, with grace. 

The dog looks up, bright furry countenance and beams. Then does a handstand to pee.

Morning constitutional. Indeed.

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