It's gray and cloudy with a chance of sprinkles. My trusty furry friend is walking along next to me as we embrace the day ahead. It's nice to have him by my side. He has a little bounce when he walks. His reddish fur gently moves with that bounce and makes the day ahead seem lighter. It feels like spring and it sounds like spring.
The sounds this morning are louder than usual. More birds are up rocking to the start of their day. There are different pitches and beats in the air. I notice trills and beeps. Various birds taking turns. I think I hear a clarinet and then a flute. Load and behold a gaggle of brass instruments fly over head and that brass section disappears in the distance. As we continue our walk the sounds become more soothing with interesting patterns. A call and response between two birds; I think I can name that tune and then not quite.
I often consider or justify this morning walk as a warm up to the day, a form of brief exercise, and a necessity for my trusty furry friend. Maybe it's a gift to listen to what's around me and not in me. A moment to stop my worries. This was my thinking as my morning walk ended today.
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