the gentle art of mlem

Eva woke me up at 5:30am this morning. Weekend luxury. A full 35 minutes later than during the week.The last couple of days had been all rain and no sun. A damp, creeping chill had settled in, with night temperatures dipping into the low teens for the first time. Still, the intrepid lab and I set off within five minutes of getting out of bed. No hesitation. No negotiation.This morning, though, the sky had cleared. To the east, a faint glow hinted at something better on the way. It felt like the day had already decided to behave.It’s easier to appreciate the changing of the seasons when you’re actually out there in it. You can feel it happening instead of just seeing it on a screen. And really, it’s a quietly brilliant bit of design. Tilt the planet, let it wobble around the sun, and suddenly nothing stays the same for too long. Imagine an eternal summer. Pleasant, sure. For a while. Then becoming unbearable in its predictability.Doggo and I took it slowly. No weekday urgency, no clock…