Me and my dog Cinnamon just walking though the woods. Mr Crow up in the tree, just away a keeping an eye on us. The Maples are turning red and leaves are starting to fall. Time for the change of seasons.
The sound of the nearby river, crunching of leave and breeze though the leaves trees. Cinnamon run ahead in and out of the brush. We never know what kind of critter might jump out of the brush.
I watch my Dog as time marches on and our age catches up with us. She can't jump as high, or run as fast. They she has diabetes as she pees and looks back at me as she struggles.
Her I am can't swing the axe like I used to and when we get back from our hikes we both have take a long rest. We aren't what we once were.