Frogger-It If You Have To

by Tom Swift

Just back, I am so grateful for first long evening walk of the year, in comfortable weather, the sun still lighting the way. We zig-zagged about the neighborhood for an hour-plus, keeping our distance from all the two-leggeds, greeting a few of the fours, choosing our adventure based on the smells of the shrubbery and such along one boulevard versus another — and, of course, whether or not the path ahead was inhabited. There was neither a destination nor a purpose aside to be out and about. While I am inclined to keep moving, the little buddy by contrast likes to savor the small bits of real estate that I — lost in my head and six feet higher up — would otherwise miss if he did not point them out with his vibrating nose. He still amazes me at how curious he remains about the world.