Sunday

It was a beautiful day. Really beautiful. The sun shone down brightly like warm honey on our skin. Not scorching like mid summer. Or seemingly unnoticed climate change fever pitch of which we are all now just a little fearful, but not frightened enough to make any meaningful changes. The sky was one unbroken blue tile overhead. Sky blue.

We walked into the city with our recently washed dogs, as recent as yesterday, and didn't their fur shine. And if you got down close enough and rubbed your face against them they smelt pretty good too. It was a lovely day for a walk too.

There is something magical having a dog on a lead and being two. It's really relaxing gliding through the perfect Sunday air.

Once in the city, one of us waits while the other gets the snip, then we swap.

We walked through the city and ate soup for lunch afterwards.

We strolled home through the park.

Sunday. The tourists invade our streets, but who cares when the sun shines.

Then it was the afternoon indoors, you know, as you do.

And the last of the weekend drained slowly away, like the end of camp, or a week away.