Deliberations of Sunday life in a Northern town.
Nor’easter pressed against the frigid meditative steps.
Cynicism has not got the best of me yet!
For I am the foolhardy dog walker.
Bundled up in commonality.
Respect, honor, frivolity.
Creaky, paper stretched, thin skin.
And, of course…
coarse padded paws.
takes the breath away.
Yet, I feel…not at odds.
Life should always be this bold.
Fine tuned by the elements.
I am just a…
dog collar walker on any given, everyday Sunday.
With Mother Nature’s blessing,
I will be back out again…