We took a stroll around our neighborhood earlier in the week. It was one of those rare cool summer mornings when the humidity was low and a slight breeze gently whispered through the trees. My son practiced dribbling his soccer ball between his feet while I walked our dog, Bisbee.
When it comes to walks, all we have to do is say the magic word and our four-legged family member immediately begins doing a happy twirling dance around our living room. Her enthusiasm is obvious as she anticipates the next adventure stretched out ahead of her, from her snout to her tail, unrestrained delight.
“Why does Bisbee like walks so much?” My son asked as we opened the front gate and started our journey up the road.
“I think it’s because she enjoys all the new smells she encounters along the way…smells that are different from those found in her own yard.” I answered.
Not so different from us humans, I guess.
There are certain beauties that can only be found when we choose to step beyond our own front yard.
A part of me knows exactly how Bisbee feels.
New journeys tend to bring out the twirl in me too.