Keeping track of the moon

Back when we had Labradors - first my Sam, and then our Sam- we were beholden to the routine of at least twice a day taking a walk. Of course the dogs would always get way more time running and sniffing and chasing...but at least twice a day, we would leash them up and take them out purposefully, to...well, you know.

Tim and I lived in a carriage house with the girls for two years, that we all across the board refer to as The Cottage. Our nightly walk was up to the road, and down a now defunct driveway of what once was a private school, which opened up into acres of empty land with huge old trees and little else.

There are a bunch of bignewhouses there, where we used to walk the dogs, where I once played and made-believe with my childhood friends. When we first moved to The Cottage, it was just as it was when I was young.

Every night Tim and I would walk up, walk over, and look skyward. Note what was going on with the moon. Kiss. And turn around and turn in.

I miss lots of things about having Labradors. I miss lots of things about The Cottage. But most of all, I miss keeping track of the moon.

In between dogs. Thanks for reading.

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