The sun was out today, so i decided to take nick for a hike around the lake. Of course the moment we got onto the trails, we might as well have been in the Black Forest. The only sun we saw was light reflecting off rotting bark.
Of course Nicki loved it. Spring and Autumn are doggie-times. In spring dew of the fields fills the the air with sweet elixirs engendered in the fleur. In autumn the earth is damp with the musky smells of decay.
Of course Nicki loved it. Spring and Autumn are doggie-times. In spring dew of the fields fills the the air with sweet elixirs engendered in the fleur. In autumn the earth is damp with the musky smells of decay.
And so Nicki romped on and off trail nose to ground, occasionally looking back to see if i was coming before rushing a mucky puddle or — at one point — jumping over a fern that was not in the way just for the fun of it.
I musta took a wrong turn somewhere so that we ended up circumventing more than I had intended. I could sense from a thinning of tree tops that the lake was off to right, but we never seemed to get there. The trail would start to descend, as if to water, before suddenly veering to the left and back up.
As it was we circumvented through ups and downs for two hours before getting back — oh wonders of wonders — exactly at the point where we had entered. Kinda sounds like life.
I musta took a wrong turn somewhere so that we ended up circumventing more than I had intended. I could sense from a thinning of tree tops that the lake was off to right, but we never seemed to get there. The trail would start to descend, as if to water, before suddenly veering to the left and back up.
As it was we circumvented through ups and downs for two hours before getting back — oh wonders of wonders — exactly at the point where we had entered. Kinda sounds like life.
