dawn

two pink sneakers

four paws

we hit the pavement at dawn,

winding our way through the  neighborhood,

past the Garden, 

skipping across Arapahoe 

headlights are few and far between.

across the bridge into a small forest

the air is cool 

leaves crisp under our feet

it's fall and clouds explode in pinks

and yellows, orange and blue.

Suspend this moment

in time!