Who will tell whether one happy moment of love or the joy of breathing or walking on a bright morning and smelling the fresh air, is not worth all the suffering and effort which life implies. = Erich Fromm
Dexter and Comet know the value of a walk in the early morning. They’ve been missing a decent walk since my return to work last Monday. Since vacation was to recharge the human spirit, and your employer’s purpose is to discharge that spirit as much as possible, I bartered long dog walks away last week in exchange for additional working hours.
This morning I made up for it, partially, with a long walk to the Christmas tree farm. In a few days, Friday, the farm will open for business. It’s tradition for many local residents to select a fresh cut or buy a live tree there, and the smell of fresh-cut pine will fill the air. And while that is still a few days away, I am glad that Comet tore me away from my first cup of morning coffee this morning for a walk in the crisp air.