Walking vs. Working

I believed that by taking a break midday I would just have to add that time onto the end of my workday.  I was wrong.  This break away actually recharged my brain with fresh air and made the rest of the day more productive, noticeably better.  Time out in the sun removed the distraction of it through glass, much like being out in wet weather restores appreciation for indoor work.  Regardless of the weather, getting outside to walk a mile loosened my back and made an improvement to my workday.  Our typical midday walk evolved into including a long stretch of the road aptly named, Marine View Drive.  This million-dollar view makes for a great walk with a glimpse of the Olympic Mountains, behind the Vashon and Bainbridge Islands across the Puget Sound.   

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Along the route we discovered a few older wind damaged trees from where eagles like to watch the world and nest, one even cried for us one day.  In eagle speak, it was probably yelling at us.  Sarrah just looked up at it for a moment, and then went back to sniffing.  I had never noticed these majestic birds, living within a quarter mile of me, before we started walking this road.  For many of my workdays, our walk simply became the best part.  When my dad retired he would join us, typically on Tuesdays.  We would walk and then go to lunch.  I knew it and thought about it often, that these days would become fond memories.

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Sunshine

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Sarrah enjoyed all of the gifts from the sun, both outdoors and through glass.  This time of year, sunshine in the Pacific Northwest, is special.  The rays of sunlight are the treasured reward for living through the days of gray.  Or, the days of gray make the sunshine better.  Either way, Sarrah soaked up the sunshine whenever she could, fortunately we had many sunny afternoons her last year.

Working from home allowed me opportunities to sneak outside often for sun breaks with Sarrah, enjoying time with my friend in our backyard.  I could sit for hours and watch her smile and squint in the sunshine.  Whether at home listening to the musical breeze rustle through the vivid lime green bamboo leaves or at the beach house in the warm sand, with the ocean roaring to us.  I never tired of these moments.  When she’d had almost too much, she would start to pant like a lizard and then move to some shade, only long enough to ready herself for more sunshine.  Sarrah could do this all-day long.  I wish I could watch her, one more day.

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