No joggers or strollers, no Labs or Goldens, just the two of us, with a steady soundtrack of an occasional Stellar complaint, barely audible through rustling flora, and our gravelly footfall in perfect harmony with a classic autumn breeze. Forget the iPod, no playlist could compete.
Fair skies tomorrow and a little warmer.
We'll be back, but we'll likely have company.
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