I was recently asked what I do to de-stress. I had a ready answer: go for a walk with my dog. Every morning. Even when I don’t want to. I have a hard time saying no to my dog. Charlie is a charmer.
The other morning it was gorgeous. We’d just had the time change, so it was a little light out. The sky was clear, and once we reached the park, I could see the stars. No, I don’t watch my doggie’s backside the entire time. By the time we get to the park, I’m actually able to catch my breath and look around.
I can’t find many constellations, but the one I do see is constant: Orion. Can you imagine being so bored with life that you have to look at the stars and make up stories about them? Me neither. But yes, Orion is circling around to the southwest rather than straight south. I don’t know if that’s the time of day or the time of the season.
The moon has been a pretty accessory to the sky, too. I saw the full moon during the week when it was supposed to be the closest to the Earth. It was huge — especially when it was setting. The last few days the moon has been a little fingernail sliver in the sky.
It’s normally quiet when we walk. We sometimes see people moving about. Charlie likes that. Everyone he meets has to pet him. Unfortunately not everyone knows that. I’ve had to tug on his leash to coax him out of Mr. Personality mode. What a ham.
I’ve been surprised at how many people leave their basement lights on. Are they afraid of the Bogeyman? Or are they doing laundry at that early morning hour? Maybe they’re growing tomato plants for next spring.
Sometimes we hear the trains running or crashing around as they switch. There’s the occasional siren, and we’re accustomed to seeing a city bus, a truck from a plumbing company, a taxi cab, and there’s one fellow we won’t be seeing too much longer: a fellow on a noisy motorcycle.
The air has been crisp. Sometimes we smell the tires from Main Avenue tire businesses. I don’t know if they’re burning them or making retreads, but they’re stinky. If we’re lucky, we smell bread baking, or maybe it’s toast being made. Springtime is especially fragrant with flowers blooming.
Each morning our walk is a little different. We can count on certain things — the truck from a car parts company is backed into the auto body business next door; a few other dogs will bark at us, sometimes from behind their gates, sometimes from indoors.
Sometimes Charlie will take us two blocks in one direction before heading to the park. We’ve noticed that at least one snowbird has flown the coop. Her house would look so much nicer if she’d get rid of the chicken wire fence around her yard. In another person’s yard, they have a strange plant/bush growing. I haven’t been able to identify it, and now I see it’s been chopped down to the ground. It didn’t look like it was native to this area, so I wonder if it will come back next spring.
When it started getting cold, I added to my layers of clothing. I’m must be more acclimatized; I haven’t needed the long underwear for a week or so. But I’m still planning how to make my sweatpants warmer for the winter. Maybe I should look for those lined nylon sweatpants or ski pants. (Like they make them in my size…)
My mind wanders and my imagination runs ahead of me. I’ve mentally written this post a number of times. Today I’m actually getting it down.