Second Time Around

7.15a.m. First coffee and a cigarette. Pleasure grasped from my grasp by a dog with a need to be out.

Spotted wellies and a rainjacket take the collie for a walk, through wet grass and sodden ground.

An earlier rain drips from the trees while this fresh fall plays tic-tac on the leaves.

I go where I’m led, my half-awake self bidden by a dog on a lead.

Business accomplished – his relief satisfied. Mine has just begun.

Second coffee and cigarette and a house still asleep. Almost just as good.

 

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