It's already one of the most beautiful days of the year!
I woke up a bit after 6, gave Buster a fresh haircut for springtime, and we went to Gasworks.
It was early enough to be mostly vacant; a single runner sitting on a bench, a young woman reading, two sets of boys engaged in some sort of fighting practice in a paved corner of the park. We ran through the wet grass and sniffed the flowers and ate a pocketful of dog treats. We stood on the edge of the bricked look-out space, traced the curve of the city with appreciative and authoritative gaze, and felt that this was out city, our landscape, out park. The waters ripple for us, the trees bloom and the gleaming towers erect themselves because we are here to watch.
At home, while I made checked my email, Buster stood on the coffee table for a minute, surveying the living room.