Morning Walk

I walk the winter walk in the freshly fallen snow with a puppy who knows exactly where to go.

We follow her nose, it takes us everywhere. Time becomes elastic and there isn't a care.

Suddenly she decides it's time to go back home. She's sleeping on the couch now warm and back home.

Mornings don't get any better than this morning's peace and time. The tea is in the cup and the nap will be sublime.