Every walk is different, begins differently, offers different things, has a different narrative. Sometimes we encounter dogs, or hear them barking. Sometimes deer rush across the road. Once we saw a bobcat. Yesterday we found a nest. Every day, the light is different, falling in different places. Today’s walk took a nice turn when I looked down the hill and saw Maria and Frieda coming up the hill to meet us. Lenore sat them the same time I did, and lay down, shivering in excitement. When they got close, she rushed to lick Frieda on the nose and greet Maria. A happy ending for a walk.