Today Wren walked around the block on his own two little feet. He was very happy to be out in the freezing sun. He followed a cat. He threw pebbles. He explored every element of the urban landscape showing no respect for those invisible boundaries between the public path and the private lawns and pathways. He climbed the stairs of many homes, invaded their shrubbery, thumped the hub-caps of cars, pointed at crows and mainly followed the fluffy grey cat who lives in our neighborhood and chose to escort us on our wanderings.
I picked Wren up on a few occasions to cross roads. I tried to make him hold my hand to cross the road but he won't walk holding hands, tugging and pulling away as I try and grasp his cold fingers. Besides those short periods of being carried( and a few times when I had to turn him around to change direction) he walked the whole way.
Moving slowly, the beautiful blue skies, the smell of woodsmoke, squirrels running around, crows eating peanuts, the quiet streets. It felt like being on vacation in the woods. I am replenished after my days of exhaustion while Frost was on school break.
Wren was exhausted by his walk and is having a good nap.
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