Before the heat bakes the earth, before the sun, the white light of mid-day says “stay in”. When the air feels prickly like the spine of the cactus out front. Before coffee, before breakfast, before it all, there are the silent hellos of the dog walkers. A quiet bunch, a group who waves, leash in hand, a community dedicated to the animals we keep.
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Before the heat bakes the earth, before the sun, the white light of mid-day says “stay in”. When the air feels prickly like the spine of the cactus out front. Before coffee, before breakfast, before it all, there are the silent hellos of the dog walkers. A quiet bunch, a group who waves, leash in hand, a community dedicated to the animals we keep.