A relaxing stroll. Usually in the evening.
In the summertime, it happens close to 8:30pm, and after supper. Because it’s too damn hot to go out any earlier than that. Sometimes it’s too hot even then. And then it happens at about 9pm. (My rule is I don’t walk until it 95 degree Fahrenheit or below.)
But in the wintertime, it’s how I wrap up my workday. The computer gets shut down, and I strap a leash on George and head out for our evening walk.
In the west (California or Arizona), you’re treated to incredible sunsets. And also… The occasional wildlife…
This is from the other day, when we were out walking at about 5pm… And George decided she wanted to follow a coyote we ran into over on the next block. It was traveling alone – but likely lives in the wash behind one of the streets. She barked at the thing for two blocks, stalking it. Every few houses, it would look back at us… And see me pulling back a barking and aggressive George trying to chase it more liberally.
“I walk at least three to four miles a day, beyond just my day-to-day activities,” I said to someone last night over a glass of wine.
It was late afternoon/early evening. And I hadn’t yet gone on my evening stroll with George… Because I was meeting them.
These strolls are one of my favorite things. And they predate my acquisition of George. I used to walk after supper all of the time. Going back to – maybe – university? I’d go for a little walk to help with digestion and also mentally prepare me to wind down my day. No more than 20 minutes.
It’s also known as Shatapawali.
And it’s innate in me. (It’s probably innate in most people, though.)
I think sunrises and sunsets are the most magical times of the day.
(I will fight you if you disagree.)
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