The afternoon ritual

Morning walks are popular for millions of reasons – the crisp air, the dew fresh flowers and the chirping of birds. But afternoon walks – that’s pure luxury!  I have never been a morning person, so I enjoy a brisk walk with my pet dog Woofy, after I feast on my fancy breakfast of pancakes, maple syrup, coffee and fruits.

The sun feels just right, warming you up as you enjoy the naughty squirrels chasing each other, the exotic fragrance of different flowers, some arrogantly robust, some classicly subtle, the rustling of leaves like a paper whisper, the swishing dance of branches on trees, the noisy parakeets having a loud discussion.

Woofy, takes me on this path patiently, sometimes irritated with the noises, often distracted by the smells and mostly panting for breath.  But he understands that it’s a sacred ritual that completes my day. Back home, before I hand him his treat, and thank him, ‘Woofy you bring me back to life everyday!’ he hands me my return gift, my favourite book in Braille, and slobbers me with love beating me to the finish.

Alka Sharma

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Written for FFFAR

Photo: Louise with The Storyteller’s Abode