Most of my walking is
done at night because that's when Jesse and I go out. Jesse is my dog who has
recently developed an affinity for late night walks. When we're outside walking
he wobbles side to side excitedly and the sound of the tag on his collar jingles
with each bounce. His nails, although short, make small clacking sounds against
the pavement and when he's very overexcited he'll breathe heavily. I don't mind
the late walks only because of the pure joy he gets out of it.
It's generally very quiet in a suburban setting. Cars will zoom by, some people are out talking, and maybe a cat rustles by. Now that it's colder there's not much activity at night. I'll hear families inside their homes. Talking, laughing, watching TV. I judge them if I hear their TV from outside though. Who needs their TV that loud that I can clearly hear you're watching 'Friends'?
Decomposing leaves have collected on the sidewalk and I always hope that when I step on them they'll have that satisfying crunch sound. I am mildly disappointed when they don't crunch. To remedy my disappointment I usually try to find an acorn and step on it because I like the cracking sound it makes on the heel of my boot.
At this point, we’re 20 blocks away from home and Jesse is ready to head back. We’ll turn around and make our way back. Overhead I hear an airplane and I’ll look up momentarily and wish I was on a plane heading somewhere warm and sunny. I’m brought back to staring at Jesse jingling and jangling and bouncing along so happily. We continue our walk back home, and I hear the sound of cars beeping. Someone just came home and they’re locking their car. It sounds just like my mom’s car which made me want to get home faster. I wasn’t sure why, it could just be that it was really cold and late.
More cars zoom by and I always assume they’re all zooming to go home. My pace quickens and I notice the quiet shuffle I had in the beginning of our walk has become swift strides. The sound of my nylon jacket rubbing at my sides becomes nosier. When we’re almost home we race and his once bouncing self-breaks into a mad dash for the house, my boots sound so loud in the quiet of the night slapping rapidly against the sidewalk as I try to catch up. And once we’ve arrived home all I hear is him panting and my pulse resonating in my ears. It’s nice to be back home.
It's generally very quiet in a suburban setting. Cars will zoom by, some people are out talking, and maybe a cat rustles by. Now that it's colder there's not much activity at night. I'll hear families inside their homes. Talking, laughing, watching TV. I judge them if I hear their TV from outside though. Who needs their TV that loud that I can clearly hear you're watching 'Friends'?
Decomposing leaves have collected on the sidewalk and I always hope that when I step on them they'll have that satisfying crunch sound. I am mildly disappointed when they don't crunch. To remedy my disappointment I usually try to find an acorn and step on it because I like the cracking sound it makes on the heel of my boot.
At this point, we’re 20 blocks away from home and Jesse is ready to head back. We’ll turn around and make our way back. Overhead I hear an airplane and I’ll look up momentarily and wish I was on a plane heading somewhere warm and sunny. I’m brought back to staring at Jesse jingling and jangling and bouncing along so happily. We continue our walk back home, and I hear the sound of cars beeping. Someone just came home and they’re locking their car. It sounds just like my mom’s car which made me want to get home faster. I wasn’t sure why, it could just be that it was really cold and late.
More cars zoom by and I always assume they’re all zooming to go home. My pace quickens and I notice the quiet shuffle I had in the beginning of our walk has become swift strides. The sound of my nylon jacket rubbing at my sides becomes nosier. When we’re almost home we race and his once bouncing self-breaks into a mad dash for the house, my boots sound so loud in the quiet of the night slapping rapidly against the sidewalk as I try to catch up. And once we’ve arrived home all I hear is him panting and my pulse resonating in my ears. It’s nice to be back home.
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