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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