The Moist Earth

The earth was black and moist and soft under foot. It obtruded in places through the lank grass and left tyre tracks exposed. He leant down and smelled it, allowing the soil aromas to fill his nostrils, taking his time, closing his eyes, allowing his brain to fill with associations and memories. There were other times at the park and there were times walking in the countryside in rainy weather when it stung your nose and you couldn’t see very well and you got a bit dirty as you got wet, but it was fun and when you got back home and warmed up you knew you’d had a really good time and had a little sleep near the fire. This time, there was a ball to chase, if the human would only throw it, and there were birds on the other side of the park which needed to be barked at, and a tail which needed wagging. It was always good to go to the park.

Published in: on June 17, 2014 at 8:31 pm  Leave a Comment  

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