I put my hands against the swirling fabric of my skater skirt for the umpteenth time today, trying to keep it from rising too much. The newfound, and much appreciated, spring air surrounds me and gives off a gentle breeze. I breath in the fresh, warm air and can’t help the twirl and light laugh I let out looking around the space around me.
I finally stop spinning and glance down at my dog, her small face squirming for my attention. I bring my hands down to her face, holding it and petting her ears. I look into her eyes and I can see how much she missed me. And as I gaze back at her and continue to pet as she sees fit, I can’t help but think how I missed her.