4.1.16 Path's end

     We were off early, this rainy day, to get the pup up and out and run, so the guy at the house could go off with the car. I drove by the arroyo , casts across more farmers fields ,right by the Coolidge Bridge, as it stretches itself over The Connecticut. 

     Before you knew it, we were up on top, and off like a firecracker , him racing down amongst the groundhog dens and coyote tracks and deer smells, and me chugging along as I pushed from what-kind-of-walk-is-that? to a small but quite respectable jog.

     It was my favorite kind of day, except for the warm air (61•), the night rains having wet all things and turned then lustrous hues.
     We chugged along and I threw the ball and not long after, we came up alongside The Connecticut.

     

Our very own magnificent river, flowing slate blue in the overcast morning.
     

The ground was nice and thawed and becoming very green, pliant beneath your feet. 

The wind blew steadily with that feel of Oceanside to it.
As the pup played and swam in the dark waters down below.
As I stood by the large Maple at paths end, fluttering in the whispering winds.