This was taken just a couple hours ago.
April in Michigan, my street, and snow. What season is this?
And, a man and his dog that have seen many seasons.
Every morning, winter, spring, summer, fall I see this old man walk by my house.
His body is crooked. He's hunched over and his wobbly legs need the help of a cane to make it through his morning walk.
The old German Shepard is his constant companion. He too is old, but his steps are in sync with this old man. Every morning.
Sometimes I peer out my front window until they are out of sight. I've wanted to talk to him, but I have yet to catch his attention.
Which ever leaves this world first, the man or his dog, I'm sure the other won't be far behind.
