crisp morning air

This morning I slipped on my sneakers and took the dogs out at 7:30 am. Tater quickly did his business and ran back into the house while Sweets and Dante the Corgi ran for the pasture. I watched them sniff and do their thing. My hair was wet and warm from the shower and I stood there in my oversized barn jacket just taking it all in. Most of the leaves have fallen, thanks to a heavy frost last week and a morning where the only thing you could hear were leaves sailing thorugh the air like confetti. Lately I've been wondering what course to take. And this morning, as I sat on the big rock, sharing my coat with Sweets as she sat sniffing in the sun, looking regal as always, it seemed to be the right one.