“Getting back into the routine” was anything but routine this morning with temperatures hovering above the single digits. Famous was reluctant to leave his dog bed for a cold walk in the dark until the very last minute when I opened the front door and threatened to leave without him. We had walked the street through our neighborhood thousands of times before but rarely in this type of cold. I was completely covered in winter garb, except for my face around the eyes, and the vapor from my nostrils kept fogging up the lenses of my prescription glasses. Famous also donned a jacket to help maintain body heat, but the pads of his paws were in direct contact with the cold asphalt.
He kept a quick pace, stopping rarely to sniff a patch of grass, and did not put up a fuss when we turned around to head back to the house. From our vantage point at the end of the road we found another sight which was anything but routine. To the west a setting full moon, a “super” moon, served as a beacon to guide us back to the house while in the east three planets, Jupiter, Mars, and Mercury lined up to herald the new year. A beautiful sight since Mercury is so hard to spot, but the true gratitude came as we re-entered a warm home.
May the extraordinary decorate the routine.