Walking

Walking is good for the soul sometimes. It was a bit nicer out today. I was getting stifled with being in the house reading. Just kind of low. Getting out for a walk with Ares was like medicine. We went down to the sea, and then took a detour home, through a park with huge trees, where a bunch of kids were doing some kind of science experiment, speaking French. We saw two playful black dogs on the beach. We saw two large, white poodles in the park. We passed a nervous lady, and Ares behaved herself. I took in the rain drenched green neighbourhood, that is still abundant with flowers and greenery. Some of the trees are turning red now. The smell of crushed leaves mixed with the freshness after rain brought me a feeling of aliveness.