August 3rd

I was walking my dog today, and we had just crossed the threshold from the field to the park. There was an older couple (possibly late sixties), and they were walking a chubby little black dog. He had these big pointy ears, and you could tell by the way that he looked at them, that he loved them. They walked by me, and we exchanged hello's, and their sweet dog kept trying to pick up the tennis ball we had. It was a very brief encounter, but I couldn't help but notice the gentle nature of their outing. I used to frequent that park with someone who I love, and it made me hope that in some way it was a sign. It sounds random, and possibly immature, but it was so reassuring and pure to see two people in their old age, loving each other and sharing that moment like I one day hope to.