Wind is cold. Thin sweater makes me realize…yeah still cold. Of course wind blows harder. Yet I sit. Listening to an app that has long been expired. SBT. Looking at Highway 14. Light traffic. Overlooking the two parks of Pelona Vista. Patches of green in a field of yellow. PlAyers on the soccer field. Yellow and orange vests show a little dance. Over head are eight or so raven wind dancers circling. Listening to meditation of earth in a slow piano segment.
Today is Thanksgiving and family is home. Feeling these moments of being alone and being okay with that. Tomorrow is Coco’s grooming appointment. She is older and I’m sensing we are on borrowed time. We went to vet yesterday to get her rabies shot. We walked Marie Kerr and I carried her three quarters of the way. She didn’t stand up while on our drive. She used to stand up and take in the blowing wind when we drove. She just laid down on her blanket.
Been distant. Not feeling the connection anymore. Old friends are gone. Feeling sadness here. Much to be thankful before I get up and finish my walk. I’ll grab my sweater from the car in a bit. So I’ll warm when I walk and it’s time to get up soon.
