the sky is a drab grey with ambitions of dousing torrential; deepening like a spreading blush to charcoal, as we head out for our evening constitutional--dessert for shaun, exercise for me. there is the pitpat of the lightest of drizzle. down our little main street and toward the park we look for the gap in the fence that will be our entry to little used path. even less so with the weather as uninviting as itis. on a usual summer day the adjoining hume park is full of people enjoying all the park has to offer.

under the canopy of trees a hush surrounds us and the air is fresh and full of birdsong. you'd hardly know that a busy street is anywhere near, though the rush of vehicles can be heard passing by.

daylight is beginning to fade, and the sky looks angry, but we continue our intended loop, popping out onto the sidewalk for the last bit of our stroll home. i wonder to myself why we don't do this more often and promise to myself as well that we will.  i gingerly work on a cherry popsicle that sticks to my tongue. sort of like a pole in the middle of a frigid calgary winter. i don't really need the refreshment, but it is a nice sweet treat. a small pleasure.