ONE OF the simplest and profound joys of every day is stepping outside in early morning to hike with my dog.
I will call it overwhelming gratefulness because that is the best way to describe how perfect a dusty trail that separates meadows of dry, yellow grasses, climbs into a sky so blue it defies the very definition of the colour blue itself. It makes gratefulness for the smallest things even more of a daily concept I should heed before I do anything else.
During the times the park and all city parks for that matter were closed due to the increased fire danger, I missed heading out on the trails more than I expected I will.
More than not being able to take the dog out to the closest-to-us off-leash area, was the loss of blue skies and clean air and the reality of having to wake up to another day of inhaling deleterious particles small enough to wreak havoc in the body, short- and long-term.