Days Like This

I never want to leave here.
The sun is shining brightly.
There is a chill wind blowing to keep you cool.
The sky is that amazing Argentine blue.
The trees are changing colours, leaves are drying up and falling, it looks and feels like Autumn.
My favourite time of year, anywhere.

I have more energy now that it is cooler, we walk much farther on our daily strolls, from one barrio to the next.
Shopping, window shopping, bakery stops, browsing books stores, wine shops and looking at the shoes in the windows of favourite stores.
Admiring and buying some fresh produce from the markets, avocado and tomato sandwiches are popular at our house these days.
Visiting our favourite bakery for scones and  another for french bread and possibly something sweet.
Oh alright, usually something sweet !

The parks are busy, mamas and babies, elderly couples sitting on benches, people watching is at its finest from a bench in the park.

We see people from our building or someone we know from the neighbourhood and we get waves and hellos and kisses ... we belong here in our own way.
Pup belonged here right from the start.
He was our Goodwill Ambassador.
There is no one here that did not love him and people still ask about him or just talk about how he walked down the street, all jaunty and like a person.
My heart still aches over that loss but I   remember with them, how he could make anyone smile.
It is time to go but right now, I hate to leave.