Gerry heads in one direction, exploring a potential hiking path to see if it’s still too muddy for a group.
Meanwhile, I stand in a silent space with a tiny Yorkie in my arms and breathe deep.
Here, there are no distractions.
No sound to break the sweet silence.
No pressure to do anything but be here.
I tuck the moment in the back of my mind wrapped with an intention to return.
Solitude and silence.
I am hungry for more.