we strolled together, the pup and i, winding up and around the curves of the park.
he barked at the man playing saxophone, shocked that something dared to be louder than he.
we found ourselves in front of the strange, tiny house-like structure where we'd never been,
watched the women try to figure out where the bathroom was and saw that it was a gift shop.
we ended up in front of the ice skating rink and I thought of 'Serendipity'.
he was done for at this point. laying down in a shady spot, looking up at me, ready to go home.
that's the funny thing about that pup. he runs and races and takes the day by storm.
he needs to see everything, try everything, go, go, go. but then, he crashes, exhausted.
leaving me to carry him home, rocking him in my arms, singing to him, a smile on his face.
i don't get to see this pup anymore. an unfortunate and abrupt decision took him out of my life.
i miss seeing him and going on our walks, but am so grateful for the time we spent together,
and will always think of the way that it took a fluffy white dog to finally show me central park
in all it's glory, and the beautiful moments that live there.