Nulla dies sine linea. Four sentences every day. About whatever happened that day. Most of it's even true. Written by Scott Lee Williams
Wednesday, March 11, 2015
The lady comes out of her brownstone with a garbage bag and sees me standing with Coco, my shiba-inu. The air is cool but not cold, so I'm wearing a pair of rubber boots Katie gave me which I've discovered are perfect for slipping on when I'm about to take the dog around the block, a hoodie and some jeans - no gloves, no heavy coat, no booties for the dog.
The woman nods, smiles, and I smile back. "Isn't it nice," she says, "to just take your dog out in normal weather?"