Earlier today, we took Mr. Dog on a walk. It was a walk I've done many times this past year. His harness strapped on. The desert crunching below our feet. The sky turning peach, pink, fuscha to navy. The air was cooler than the July temps. But we walked the same path. To the rocks behind the water tank. We sat on the rocks and watched the sky become darker. The moon - hidden behind a mist. It will rain tomorrow.
Walking back, my fingers reached for yours, intertwined. Mr D, prancing his prance on the crunching rocksand, stopping to sniff or leave his mark. The moon cast our shadows in the road. All year I dreamed for someone to share the awesome adventures that are my life.
And here you are. Walking back to the dome, along the desert road, as natural as can be.
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