Night walking

Picasso, Jacqueline & Lump, all about sensations.

Usually it’s Harry Husband who takes Moss out for her evening walk, but tonight he’s watching the Teenager play in a netball match, so I’m on duty.  I’m finding it rather wonderful!  There’s only a thin slither of moon, so it’s very dark.  

My senses have become more acute, which is thrilling.

It’s mild, so I don’t have to keep myself warm. I can just open myself up to the sensations of walking with Moss in the dark.

As we walk alongside the river, I see the buoys bobbing, their lights flashing in the dark.  It’s not something I notice in the light of day; it gives the river a life of its own. 

In the distance I hear a fox barking, and the haunting sound of the river birds, which adds a layer of mystery. 

There’s no one about except for Moss and me. 

Overhead, two aeroplanes fly parallel to each other; I wonder where they are going.

As I walk away from our little town, I look back at it and see it with fresh eyes.   I see it as a homestead nestling comfortably in the landscape; the lights make it look inviting, with a note of sweet innocence.

Moss is used to these night-time excursions; she darts about, running up and down the riverbank. I can see by how she scampers about that she’s happy and content.  She instinctively uses her senses, especially smell.   For me it’s more of a novelty!

I think I might volunteer for this job again, I’m loving it.

AJK