🚝Waltz Dancing This dance is graceful Eleanor glances about, taking in the crowd, the affection, the optimism, and she beams, aware that her mother would be delighted, aware that she is preserving her love, aware that she has discovered her niche, her sanctuary, in Willow Park.
We keep trekking along, and the path becomes somewhat more uphill. Buddy's pace decreases, yet he persists, his tail continuing to wag. I cheer him on, saying, "Good boy, Buddy!" and his tail wags even harder. Evening Stroll with Companion The chat, giggles💴