In December's Light

There’s a shift in our morning walks. Kear has slowed down, as golden retrievers do. Except when we meet a soprano lady who baby talks him, or a younger dog, and his inner puppy takes over; and, he leans into a woman’s knees asking for love, or he twirls, showing off his John Travolta moves on Bond Street, as the sun is peeking above the trees looking e…