Ten Days So Far.
Today, I took a hike, along with my parents and overly-anxious dog.
I could hear the wind whistling through the trees, but it wasn’t a nice whistle; oh, no, it was a fireman’s whistle, loud and powerful. The wind itself was like a cold punch to the face. I felt the stretchy gray sleeves of my mother’s borrowed jacket on my hands; I’m petite, and it was a little big for me. Crunch. The leaves shredded under my feet. I enjoyed brief moments of serenity, but they were quickly ruined by constant bathroom stops for my dog, or her strain forward, pull back motion. The dumb creature is lovable, but she never understood the idea of pacing.
The wind quieted once we got into the actual forest part, instead of an actual road. At some point in the walk, I read a sign that warned of hunting. Luckily, no hunters on Sundays. Neon orange vests caught my eye as they peeped out tentatively from a dark box. Safety vests. Everything that is “safety” is orange: life vests, hunting vests, inflatable rafts, and traffic cones. The dob peed again, for what must’ve been the half-billionth time. On the way back, she stepped into a puddle and began lapping it up, never mind the fact that we weren’t far from the van where water awaited our return. Silly dog.
I didn’t take any pictures, so I tried to paint a (brief) portrait with words.
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