The other morning, Lilly needed to take a walk just as the world was waking up. The dew kissed grass and leaves were opening themselves to a new day. The air felt fresh and clean and cool, not yet knowing the sun bursting heat that awaited it. I do so treasure those early cool mornings, those few we have.
It’s not morning anymore. It’s evening and I bid you a good night. Sleep well, my dear friends. *hug*