Our New Thing

Barring rain, we'll do it again, tomorrow!

Stella and I
have a new 
routine.

We like
starting each day
watching the sunrise,
me enjoying 
a cup of coffee,
her wondering 
why the hell 
we're in the middle
of the street,
staring off 
at the horizon.

Stella at Sunrise

But she's grown
accustomed to
my strange ways
and doesn't complain,
though occassionally 
looks at me
with questioning eyes
then turns away.

She seems 
to enjoy our new thing
as much as me,
sitting quietly and still,
staring off into the distance,
listening politely
to my frequent babblings,
tilting her head,
patiently and silently 
acknowledging my mastery
of the obvious.

We lose interest
once the sun's high
and the sky 
loses its soft orange glow
and grows whiter and brighter
and the morning fades
into the rest of the day.

This is when Stella
gives me a nod
and starts trotting home,
knowing that barring rain,
we'll do it again,
tomorrow.