Pinchot Ave

On Wednesday night, again, I was sick of myself and took the dog for a walk,
instantly feeling energized and happy watching that animal's attitude. Instantly more aware of the world and less of myself. We walked through the neighborhood and there wasn't much self-reflection; just the dog galloping around searching for the ever-present but elusive enemy: Cat.
The effect lasted until this morning, where I was refreshed instead of dread-ful, happy and optimistic instead of this constant, dull fog of endlessness.
This because of a dog that calls me into responsibility, calls me into engagement with the world, calls for a new beginning every day. And brings me peace.