A walk about nothing

The crows have much to say about the early morning as they get ready for another day of scavenging. There was a kingfisher flying low over the pond, talking as it flew. Other than that, it's pretty quiet.
Marley's pretty slow, even on the downhill parts of the walk. At first, he's slow because there's a lot to sniff. Later, though, he's just slow. It takes us a half hour for the mile around the block. One joggler passed us twice, smiling each time.
Not much litter. A few name-brand cigarette packs, scratch tickets, Dunkin' coffee cups, nothing much.
There will be plenty of time for noise and urgency and drama. Today we'll learn one part of what's ahead for Sandra's mother, whether one of the elder day programs will be available for us. I may get a call from the support person who will give me instructions about how to query a video server so I can get the classids needed to complete a project that should and could have been completed more than a month ago. I might learn more about the paralegal practicum that I'm planning for this fall.
Or not.
It's been that kind of time, waiting for information or for others to complete their work so we can complete ours. It's a time of vigilant patience, clutch in, engine revved.
And so, a long walk with a slow dog is the best way to start a day. You can't hurry what won't be hurried.