5:30 in the morning. I am taking a dog for a walk.
There are a few reasons for such an early walk:
- In dark you don’t meet too many owners taking their dogs for a walk. So Crackle wouldn’t go crazy and bark.
2. In the evenings I may be tired for a walk.
3. “The demons don’t like fresh air”, David Sedaris. It’s a good time to make my thoughts clear.
So, 5:30 am – dark, quiet, not warm.
Some houses have their outdoor light on, the others – no.
Some cars parked nice and neat, the others – in the middle of the street.
Some front yards are decorated for Halloween.
Some owners have their bags with debris out for today pick-up.
But OMG, how everything is cozy!
I’ve been living here for 6 years already. And any time looking around I wonder how cozy everything is. Even the moss on the fence looks like decoration.
Is it a spirit of the old city or the breath of Autumn, or a long-standing desire for comfort or maybe all together makes such an impression on me?