the dog and i walk early, it is cold and foggy
and smoke lingers over the ponds.
the day is glorious, blue sky and the kind of crisp air
that makes you feel alive.
he gets the rest of the patio cut and comes in cold
and tired. . . we are too old for this, i think
but there is no talking to him.
tonight we will watch a couple of episodes of Longmire,
eat some snacks and drink a bottle of wine,
as the dog sits between us. i doubt we make midnight.