There is a special time of day reserved for man and beast only. It it the time I walk the dogs, Kyle, and Katie.
The three of us leave our safe home, heading out into the great unknown of our neighborhood.
Each day we take a slightly different walk around the neighborhood, sometimes turning left instead of right, or going just one more block before deciding to go left. Variety.
The other day we met Felix, a great looking dog who is the same age as Kyle and Katie. Tails were wagging and all three dogs had a great time. Felix may even come over to play sometime.
Sometimes our walks are peppered with great conversations. It’s me that does most of the talking, but Katie and Kyle are attentive listeners, always eager to what I’ll say next. If it were only so with humans. 
Walking the dogs is a good method of exercise for me and them, and they are great fun to watch as they look, and smell, getting familiar with their surroundings.
It’s becoming a part of my day that I greatly look forward to.
Thoughts
The other day I happened to be on the island of Sicily.
As I was wondering around the island, I stopped to take in the breathtaking views. While looking at the landscape, I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. As I turned around, I saw a lovely young lady, and recognized her as a waitress from a restuarant at which I ate lunch.
She asked me if I would take her picture so she could send a copy to her boyfriend who was away from home on a “secret mission”. Knowing the history of Sicily and the Mafioso, I inquired no further as to her boyfriends activities. Ya never know.
Here is a picture of the lovely Maria.
Thoughts
There are a few things I like about mornings, and a few things I dislike about the first part of the day.
Mornings begin at 12:01 AM. Night is over, and morning has begun. Yet, if one wakes up in the middle of the night, which is usually around 2:00 AM or 3:00 AM, they never say, “I woke up in the beginning of the morning.” No, the statement usually is, “I woke up in the middle of the night.”
Does the lack of sunlight have more power on our psyche and cognition than the actual time of day? I think it must, else, when we wake up in the early hours of the morning, we would not say, “I woke up in the middle of the night.” The middle of the night would be around 6:00 PM, which we refer to as evening. So, when does night start, and evening end?
But, back to the subject at hand.
What I dislike about mornings:
1. They arrive too early in the day.
2. They remind me how tired I am.
3. They are not all the same. That is, Monday morning has a different feel than Tuesday morning, just as Tuesday morning has a different feel than Wednesday morning, etc.
4. Monday morning is my least favorite.
5. Sunday morning is fine, until I realize the next morning I shall see is Monday morning. Then, Sunday morning becomes nothing more than a precursor to Monday morning, which is my least favorite morning.
What I like about mornings:
1. Nothing negative has yet occurred.
2. The slate is clean. There is an opportunity to do better.
3. Realizing that it is morning is a healthy sign.
4. Mornings are a time when you can plan your day, and envision smooth sailing.
Thoughts