Challenge #12: Artist's Date (01.11.12)
The sun was bright, the sky was clear, and the air was crisp. It was such a nice afternoon that I decided to ditch the gym and head home early.
During the short days of winter, I am not able to spend enough time outside with Pixels, the dog, as I would like. But, while I say it’s for her, really, it’s as much for me as it is for her.
For just a little bit, it’s as if time can stand still. It’s so quiet and seemingly slow. None of the hustle and bustle of the city seems to permeate my backyard.
It’s the only time and place during the day where I can put aside the painfully long list of obligations and throw aside any insecurities in order to unabashedly play.
She’s often at the backdoor waiting when I come home. I open the sliding glass door and step out and she jumps around in excitement before running to select a toy. She taunts me with it, bouncing just a foot out of my reach, and we chase each other around the backyard.
After awhile, I grow tired and sit in the swing along the back of the house. I pat the space next to me and Pixels climbs up. She tries to lick my face a few times before settling in the empty space with her front paws stretched out across my legs. She silently watches the birds on the telephone wires high above the backyard while I pet her. Eventually, she jumps off to chase a stray bird who’s landed in a tree in the yard and I force myself up, too, because, while it was nice to forget the demands of life, alas, there were, actually, things to do.
During the short days of winter, I am not able to spend enough time outside with Pixels, the dog, as I would like. But, while I say it’s for her, really, it’s as much for me as it is for her.
For just a little bit, it’s as if time can stand still. It’s so quiet and seemingly slow. None of the hustle and bustle of the city seems to permeate my backyard.
It’s the only time and place during the day where I can put aside the painfully long list of obligations and throw aside any insecurities in order to unabashedly play.
She’s often at the backdoor waiting when I come home. I open the sliding glass door and step out and she jumps around in excitement before running to select a toy. She taunts me with it, bouncing just a foot out of my reach, and we chase each other around the backyard.
After awhile, I grow tired and sit in the swing along the back of the house. I pat the space next to me and Pixels climbs up. She tries to lick my face a few times before settling in the empty space with her front paws stretched out across my legs. She silently watches the birds on the telephone wires high above the backyard while I pet her. Eventually, she jumps off to chase a stray bird who’s landed in a tree in the yard and I force myself up, too, because, while it was nice to forget the demands of life, alas, there were, actually, things to do.