A smile on the walk

a love letter of sorts

I see you as I walk the dog on the weekends. I look for you around every bend. You smile as you walk. I wonder what you think about. Your face lights up and it makes my emotions flutter. At first, I wondered if you were crazy. Or high? Then I realized, you might simply be Happy. Happiness is a fleeting emotion. It comes and goes, but every time I see you, it seems to be placed permanently upon your person.

The dog and I go through the motions of walking and pulling and correcting. We have an endless struggle to walk with manners, and for me not to get lost in the clouds, just to trip over him. I think he gets lost in the sweet smells, just as I get lost in the wonder of the world I already know, and all the wonders I have yet to know. When we both come back to reality. I panic. I fear that I may have passed your beautiful smile. Your glowing energy. As we walk on, I look ahead on the trail. I look behind me. I’ve never really looked back, so I question if I’d even recognize you. And further more. What I would do if I saw that you had, indeed passed me by?

And just as I breath and realize, it is my desire to see happiness and perhaps not you. I see you. Coming down the path, sometimes up the path. I see your build. I know that stance, that cadence. And I see that smile, placed perfectly on your face. It is the same everytime. I am relieved to see you. I smile. You smile. We smile at each other. I say; “Hi!” And your response determined by the location of the sun — “Good Morning” or “Good Afternoon”. Sometimes you add; “Have a great day.” I respond in kind, with my; “And you have a Grand one.” It’s never more. And I happen to like it that way. I see you everytime I take that walk. At different places on the path, so you can’t possibly be stalking me. Your smile comes out when I walk. I am certain that I manifest this in my life because I love to see happiness. However, I wonder why it is that you are the one who delivers it weekend after weekend?