Walking without a care because the moment was just right.
Bailey's paws clapping on the pavement and his heavy breathing were tuned out.
The fall air smelled of fire wood burning in the homes of Marshall and hands were clasped.
Conversation about home, parents, and almost nothing was the banter back and forth while learning and pondering. In my head was the clock- there wasn't much time left.
Make the most of it- cherish the moment that you have and take it all in. One step at a time and word at a time and savor it all. Some day it may all go away.