Within a few minutes of our arrival, four human-dog tandems left. Spike and I were alone as we entered the woods. The air was cool and sweet with the scent of honeysuckle. Besides an occasional car and the distant drone of a lawnmower, all I heard was the sound of birds singing. Anxiety about the unchecked items on my to-do list and worry about the the BP Gulf disaster dissipated.
Spike and I did two loops around the park as the sun burned off the fog and the humidity rose. Then we headed home to get back to the business of the day.
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