Mornings

Morning walks with my dog, Ringo, are more fun since the weather is getting nicer.  He’s always interested in the ducks and geese and in the other dogs we meet, and there are more of them out since it’s getting warmer.  Most mornings on our walks, a tune pops in my head and I softly sing it all along the way.  Yesterday, It was “But Not For Me”.  Today, it was the theme from Mister Roger’s Neighborhood.  Yes, really.  I never know what’s going to come to me and it’s not something I consciously think about until I find myself humming.  Who knows what makes a file in one’s brain open? Well, I took a moment to check email and write this post, but I must get back out for my jog.  My little buddy can’t join me on those.  His legs are too short. :)  During my jogs I don’t usually find myself singing, but rather, thinking about things I want to do or places I want to go.  Mornings are a particularly optimistic time.