This is one of the nice things about living down here in the not-so-deep south. Just a bit ago in the dark of morning when Kooper and I stepped outside to stroll around the block we were shocked by the warmth. It had actually warmed up over night from the low 50s into the low 60s! I know that Kooper was surprised. He looked up at me from the sidewalk in front of the house with that "Is it Spring now?" look that dogs tend to get during the Winter. "No," I said, "not yet, but we can enjoy it anyways."
So we took an especially slow walk around the block. Kooper sniffed and snuffled even more than usual. I think because the warmth adds the the movement of odors from things that only dogs and babies can smell. And i just walked slow. Just because it's something that seems to be the right thing to do in the early morning. In the Spring. Even a not-for-real Spring like today.
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About Me
- Mark Gorman
- I was born in Williamsport, Pennsylvania, along the banks of the Susquehanna River, in the valley made up by Bald Eagle Mountain to the south, and gentle hills and valleys to the north. That place that sheltered me, gave me food and friends, and both physical and spiritual nourishment for 18 years. That is the space where I was physically and emotionally formed. Ever since growing up there . . . because of growing up there . . . I have been inexorably linked to nature . . . to the earth and to all life.