A Perfect Day
A Perfect Day
Julia Hart
We
walked down the winding path to the beach. The path was sodden, soggy and
squelching where a stream flowed over and beside it. We sprang down the slope
for the last few steps and onto the sand: Tess my terrier and me. The tide was
on the turn, I could tell. I tramped towards the sea and Tess raced in circles.
Then I settled on a rock as she ran into the sea for a swim. I felt like
running and racing too, so I sprinted along the sand as Tess, after shaking the
salty sea from her coat, raced beside me. A perfect day.
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