Mornings we walk with the dogs, on a set route. Keeping them on track and focused keeps us from really looking around and noticing all of the quirks and details that surround us.

Evening is our time.

We head out, just the two of us and wander wherever we please. We turn abruptly down side streets not noticed before, follow them until we are hopelessly lost (but not really.) Feel the pull of home calling to us, hear the imagined whine of dogs excluded from adventuring, decide we should head back, decide to take the long way.