The southern lake trail at Clark is still closed due to flooding. So I took the northern trail. It is a beautiful day. The dog is happy to be here for the first time in several weeks. I am happy to be here for the first time in several weeks too. I find this butterfly weed on the far back trail, and send it to the pirate. The power lines are buzzing loudly over me, I always look at the clouds to make sure I will be safe under them when I walk here. The grass is still short from last year’s toxic defoliation. At the top of Pulpit Rock I give thanks as I always do. I am thankful for the small things. I cannot utter these things aloud. I can only hold them in my heart and take them out and treasure them. When you go without for so long a small favor, a small gesture has such a depth of meaning. I breathe in the air of my park. I am sweating far more than on the road walks. I feel shaky in my quads. At the end I am thirsty and I share half of my water with the dog. Life is good, I tell him. He looks up at me. Really good. I say. He takes another drink of water, and hops in the car.