Strange Days

I went for a walk today with my dog and my wife. As we enjoyed the bright, blue skies and the sunshine warming my back, people said hello and smiled.

It is strange these days to see a smile. It is strange for many reasons. But I missed it nevertheless.

Maggie, my dog, is getting old and she was tired but the sun in her eyes still shown bright as she sniffed unseen interests and wagged her tail at the passing dogs on their walks.

Her happiness is not strange. She is happy all of the time, but I never get tired of seeing her content.

My wife is worried and I am no good at comforting her. I can only tell her to look up at the blue skies and watch as Maggie’s tail wags when she scratches her head.

It is strange these days to see a smile. It is strange for many reasons. But I miss it nevertheless.