Fresh air invites, calling me out, offering sublime rewards, unfolding panorama’s await. Will I push the nights sleep away. My trainers wait ready. The sounds of the day drift over me, but I turn away. From a ribbed sky layered with grey, speaking of autumn.
They may be old, they have climb hills, protected me from cow pats. I see them and feel guilty.
Perhaps just a few more minutes, for my duvet offers warmth.
A wet nose prods me, nudging, coaxing, it’s time to rise, the day awaits. My four legged friend sits watching, my trainers at his feet.