Walkin' the walk....

I miss my 3.7 mile hike thru the hills and valley, the pastures and the dirt and asphalt roads that I used to take with my dog, Jonah, when I lived on Hogback Ridge. There was something about an early Saturday or Sunday morning, and one helluva hike, that made me really want to go out and tackle that bad-boy! The sun, the dew, the sky, the power plant that was build 4 miles from the house. Watching the smoke-stacks, the direction of the wind, finding the atmospheric inversion. Standing in awe of the awesome physical properties that God gave the world....

Now, my life occurs in the city. Today is the first day that I can recall, that I really miss the cold morning air, the sound of the highway from afar (mainly semi's downshifting to go up the hill), and sneaking out before my ex woke up.

... er... uh... wait a second... I used to sneak out of the house
before my ex woke up... why?

Oh yeah, because living there was miserable and I [subconsciously] did everything in my power to not have to come into contact with him. When that contact was inevitable, I did my best to try and make life pleasant. ... For everyone but me, that is....

Fine, so I soured my imagination of waking up to dew on the grass, in the country. But I miss that, and the walks.... c'est la vie.