One Good Thing

I went on a walk this morning with my dog, Alex. Of course, "walk" to Alex means we start off together but she will eventually go off on her own in the woods and then head back to the car port and lie down. As we were walking I loved how the morning sun seemed to light up every leaf in the narrow patch of woods by the house. There's a creek in there somewhere beneath all that brush, and a sun-touched field on the other side. And the breeze? It was perfect. Crisp. Oh! It set my flowery poetic ...