LIVING THE MOMENT NOW
A walk under the mist.
Our morning walk, Arthur and I, he, after getting out lazily from his bed, now so eager to be out, I, still yawning and rubbing my eyes to wipe the wetness caused by the cold morning air. A very fine mist is coming down, I hurry down the road, prodding Arthur to take care of his business, he looks at me planting his front paws on the ground in a gesture very familiar to me. He is saying: “This is fun, I don’t want to go back home yet.” I desist of my desire to go back, and decide to live the moment. I start noticing the fine mist and it seems to me like heaven decided to give a facial to Mother Nature. I lift my face up and allow the mist to cover my face, a wonderful feeling spread through my skin and goes deep inside until it reaches my brain, causing a sensation that finally wakes me up. I feel alive, in this grey misty morning there is beauty everywhere. Arthur is all excited, he is sniffing non-stop; the mist has uncovered an amalgam of scent, it is laughable to see him recognizing them, for a moment he goes: Sniff and mark, sniff and mark, then he goes, sniff and lick; on this one lingering until I pull him out. I admire the display of toughness and sensuality of this little dog of mine, marking this road as his own, and delighting and enjoying the scent of a female dog. We keep walking and in the way back, now totally awake, I notice a brilliance reflecting from the trees and bushes. Indeed, the mist has washed out the dullness caused by the dust, and right in front of me, there is a display of greens going from a tender green to a deep mature green, dotted by some wintering flowers that shyly show their delicate hues of pink, white and purple, like colors coming out of an artist palette.
We are going up hill now, nearing our home, the mist has stopped, the sun, very softly is starting to send some rays that are coming through the pale grey clouds; we get inside, Arthur goes to eat his morning meal and I, tea cup in hand, walk towards the window, and a sound of admiration comes out of my mouth; in front of me, there is the old oak tree, with it bare branches covered with what looks like, crystal beads. The soft sun rays passing through the branches, playfully reflecting its rainbow colors on the beads, make me realize how full of life, how full of energy our surrounding is.
