Steady As She Goes
Dawn was beginning to break. The woman and her dog were standing there looking out across the river. As I approached, she looked at me, smiled, then turned her face back toward the brightening sky.
The sun had already cleared the horizon, but water vapor and thin wisps of clouds were keeping the dazzle from being too difficult to look at.
She acknowledged my presence and said she generally walked the dog at the same time every morning.
Neither she nor the large and obviously old dog seemed to be in a hurry. On this particular morning, neither was I, … Read the rest “Steady As She Goes”
