Walking on the greenway in the eve,
cool dusk air whispers through the air, invites to wander, breathe, and savor twilight’s calm.
His paws, a rhythmic patter on the path,
his tail, a metronome of simple joy,
sniffing the stories carried by the breeze,
each step a fresh discovery we share.

The greenway stretches out, a living scene,
Dancing with fading sunbeams’ glow,
and air is rich with perfume.
His eyes, alight with wonder, catch the hues of deepening sky, reflecting truth profound: happiness dwells here, in this quiet space of conversation.

Even as mishaps sprinkle through our stroll—
a spilt soda, flowing on the ground,
a broken dog bottle, water pooling round—
these minor troubles cannot touch the joy,
the simple pleasure of the evening walk.

A wrong turn at Albuquerque, a twist that took us on a longer path we meant to tread,
but still, it couldn’t dampen lightness felt,
nor items shared within our happy and heavy hearts.

Doc stopped an endless number of odd times to sniff each leaf, each blade of grass we passed,
each pause a tiny world, a scented tale,
yet still my spirits soared on evening’s breath.

In this expanse, where moments all suffice,
each breath, each step, a gift of fleeting time,
we laugh at minor troubles, find delight in imperfections, beauty in the mess,
as day gives way to night,

our hearts at peace and an exhaustion of exercise for both human and beast.