on a winters day,
No, kidding, sorry...
The other day, I took my housemates dog for a stroll, which is a lovely way to walk - not to get from A to B, but to just enjoy your surroundings. Especially when said-pup is a shortlegged little thing that needs to stop and smell EVERY plant, crack in the sidewalk, and vertical surface. Ya know, it slows ya down.
Which was good. 'Cause it gave me the moment to notice, hanging heavy like dew on an autumn windsheild, that scent of crisp air + wet decaying leaves, which - despite heralding the winter - is juuuuuuust sublime.
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