Becky left for a week away today. She’s heading for Las Vegas for a friend’s wedding.
I got home, did a few chores, posted an incendiary blog entry, walked Zeke down to the park. It was a lovely, leisurely walk. We stood while toddlers ran up to pet him clumsily, their tolerant parents looking on. Zeke couldn’t wait to get away from the two-legged terrors. We walked slowly up the hill again.
Zeke was poky — he’s tired at the end of the day — and I stood, watching the wind in the tops of the eucalyptus trees. Zeke sniffed around the base of a retaining wall. I watched the trees some more.
It occurred to me that this walk felt different from the last few. I’d felt a mild hurry to get back to the house before. Nothing there to hurry back to tonight.
Sixteen years with her, and my step still quickens when I’m walking toward her.
Posted by: Chris Clarke
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