wind in my hair

The breeze whipped around me as I rode, enveloping me in crisp morning coolness. Teasing me at the very thought that fall is just around the corner. And I drank it in. I rode hard and let Roxie run free, bounding as a bunny with her ears trailing behind her. I put her in the trailer to protect from the over sized dog that was much too interested in her for my comfort. She whined, thinking she would like to meet this big brute. Ha! But I knew better. Once he and his master had passed I let her back out to run. It's been a long while since she's had this much exercise. She ran as though she was smiling. I sure was. It had been far too long since I had done this as well. We rounded the corner and back in the trailer she had to go, the street was much too busy for her to run free. She whined. She was enjoying her freedom. We had the playground to ourselves, and I breathed a sigh of relief that there weren't any hoodlums or "youths" hanging around. We all got out and stretched our legs a bit. Roxie sniffed and peed on everything. I swear she thinks she's a boy, marking her corners where ever we go. Henry discovered the bewitching feeling of soothing, yet itchy wet grass on his toes. Did I say Henry? I meant Bat Boy. Cape and all. We made conversation with Jackson and his master; an old dog of which breed his mother could not recall. She was as old as he. Two peas in a pod they were. Both gingerly treading along, excited for some new young blood to sniff and chat with. But it was time to go home and I wanted to ride free. So into the trailer Roxie went. I think she was tired. I never heard a peep out of her the whole ride. It could have been because she and Henry were napping against each other, or because I was just like a young pup myself. Pushing myself against the breeze, feeling the cool air whip through my hair, cooling my damp skin. It was a delicious morning and it makes me all that much more anxious for fall to arrive.