Out With The Bad Air, In With The Good
Name that movie: "Out with the bad air, in with the good. Out with the bad air, in with the good."
Finally, finally, finally. We walked to our park. Our Park! That was Maria's very loud exclamation when we took our first neighborhood stroll yesterday afternoon. I sort of cringe admitting that this was our first local walk. Our neighborhood is well known as a walking area and it is favored by joggers and dog walkers alike. Maybe we need a dog. Just kidding.
It seems that we had no end of reasons to skip going out together and walking down our lovely street. Sometimes rational behavior and duty to chores is overrated. So casting aside our list of "things we should be doing," and ignoring our coughs and other ailments, we bundled ourselves for a family outing. It was wonderful. It was cold. We got to see our neighborhood in a slowed down, relaxed way that is so much more intimate and endearing than the coming and going mode we are accustomed to. We found pine cones and daisies. We met two big, black lab brothers: Tank and Moose. Tank and Moose are new to the area, just like us.
We played in the park and explored the sports field a bit. Before the sun set we started for home, inhaling brisk, fresh, good air all the way.
Looking back, we saw the lush colors of the sunset. Beautiful. I am so glad we got out of the house.
Today it is raining. Long, saturating bursts of rain. The kind of rain that pours and puddles, clears gutters and makes rivers and lakes. The kind of rain that makes us So Cal folks wish it could snow. Wouldn't that make for a wonderful neighborhood walk? Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow! All that good air has made me whimsy and wishful!