Between the Drops

The fickle sky had spent the morning hesitating, spilling quiet showers only to pull them back again. Seizing the brief pause in the gray air, we ventured out together onto the damp, glistening asphalt. Green leaves hung heavy with mist on either side, framing a familiar winding path that felt entirely new in the cool calm. Each stride forward was slow and deliberate, matching the gentle rhythm of small paws beside me. It was a fleeting breath of freshness before the clouds decided to speak once more, turning an ordinary stroll into a quiet sanctuary.