It's been quite some time since I've taken a stroll around the neighborhood. Tonight I was happy to lace up my walking shoes and get back out there.
The warm spring evening was perfect for walking. The sun shined above as all sorts of yellow flowers strutted their stuff in the neighbors' gardens. The kids were out as well. They pedaled along the sidewalk as parents watched from the front stoop. I saw a few runners, a few dog walkers and even one gal who was walking her cat. The big black and white fellow sat patiently as his person stopped to chat with a neighbor. The two of us exchanged glances and I knew, because he was a cat, how uncool he thought being on a leash was. I did my best to respect his catness and kept myself from staring too long.
It wasn't a long walk. I was back home about 30 minutes later happy to be reacquainted with the neighborhood's activities.
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