Slow Walk in the Morning

O What a Beautiful Morning! Makes you wanna sing. There are several spots on the path to linger and observe Dog Beach. I watched some black labs: man throws stick waaay out over the waves. Three dogs jump in, gleeful as only dogs can be. One pulls ahead, grabs the stick, turns around and begins paddling to shore. Dog number two ambushes him halfway back, they tussle over the stick, whirling around in the surf, then swim in, joined at the mouth, each one holding tight and proud to an end of the wood. Dog number three gives up early on, never seems to quite grasp the point of it all. Repeat. And repeat and repeat. Dog number one always pulls ahead, dog number two always waylays him, and dog number three always loses interest. The first time I saw this performance I was afraid the wrestling animals would drown, but after a few demos I was having as much fun as the dogs.

It was another slow day for me, and a good one. Family dinner was lively and fun, shared with a neighbor and a visiting friend. Temps topped out at 91 degrees in the backyard, then it got a little hazy, or smoky. Someone said there is a fire a couple counties away. The sky is wildly pink at sunset.