Meandering

The young boy wanted to run the gardens today. After a one kilometre warm up, we ran aimlessly and yet with some consideration, to enter and exit at the same point, and to try and run the perimeters.

We started together in daylight which was a welcome change even as it was a dull grey, colour of used bathwater. We chatted about dogs and whether they understood the meaning of dates and days.

No, I don’t think so, I responded. Then I said, I don’t know. Perhaps they do.

Do they know my birthday?

It was an interesting question, possibly bordering on medical and philosophical facets and later this interesting website seemed to add more information to what the passage of time might mean to a dog.

When we ended, a short time on feet, the air cooler than when we started, the sun nowhere to be seen, a grey luminous dome above our heads.