On a Monday like today I might do more laundry, ride my bike or change my mind about healthy, jump in the car to ride across town for milkshake, burger or both.
‘Cause it’s just us, me and the dogs anyway.
Then, a question in a text after working late…”Come out for a walk?”
“Sure.” I say.
Stop by, quick as I can, change clothes, grab dog and leash and we go.
Twenty minutes or so, all it takes, big fields on both sides and big sky all around.
A slow ride for the sake of the view and the windows down.
Labrador ears flipped back with the wind.
We round the curve, the big Brown Lab and I, welcomed by the open fields and my daughter.
We stride, dogs excited, through the peach orchard, down a rough paved road, turning back… back through sandy fields with tractor tire ruts and trees.
The dogs are more sporty, their walk a saunter, happier in the soft earth and rows of peachy beginnings.
Almost there, we turn towards the yellow house. I notice there was once a chimney.
“Remember, it was a shotgun house.” she says, then points out where there had been pigs and a place for a fire pit, but we didn’t get to see the cows today.
Always loved cows and country roads, my girl.
They walk ahead, my daughter and the dogs. “I’m coming.” I say and pause to wonder where a new path might lead.
I’ll wait. Soon, enough I may know.
But, not now. The place amidst the peaches and sky is the place where love lives.
Where love grows.
A place of treasured invitation to take a walk on an ordinary Monday