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The Sunday morning felt ordinary, as if it had no surprises in store. I rose before dawn, while the house still lingered in that quiet, sleepy hush. As usual on a Sunday morning, just like the Saturday one before it, I was getting ready for a walk with my dog.
I’d been dreaming of a long, unhurried stroll - just me, the dog, and the quiet beauty of the river and the woods unfolding around us. I wanted to feel the rhythm of my steps on the soft forest path and watch the light filter through the trees as the world stirred to life.
Then the silence broke in the sweetest way. My wife surfaced from sleep, blinked away the last traces of dreams, and said, “I’m going for a walk with you.”
A little jolt of surprise, then a warm rush of joy. The solitary walk I’d imagined was about to become something richer - shared.
I hesitated just a moment, thinking of the long route I’d planned. But she smiled, reaching for her jacket, and declared with cheerful certainty, “I’m ready for two hours or more, and over five kilometers.”
And just like that, the ordinary morning bloomed into something full of promise.
The sun wakes up, and the first thing we do is go to the river. I hope to capture the fog over the water. But it seems that we will be too late and the fog will go away.
We're too late, the fog is gone. The fog season is ending. Now they will only be in winter, when water droplets freeze in the air. But that's another story.
Who sees a boat with a fisherman on the river? I see him.
Today I realized that I have not been to this place for several years. My wife said today - I don't want to get old; life is passing away; we don't have time to enjoy it. We got inside the circle of "we need money, we need to work, we need time, work gets in the way, but we need money." How to break it and not lose anything?
Once, these shores were empty, and there were no houses. Everything has changed. That was 10 years ago. Of course, I know about this, but I usually walk up the road, not down by the river. But today we have a long walk, and we will go upstairs and then to the quarry. My wife likes to visit Witch Mountain. That's where we'll go.
I may be wrong, but I don't think these boats have ever been on the water this year. They are located at a distance of about 250 meters from the water.
This pyramid has been standing unchanged since last Sunday. My wife immediately realized that I had built it.
That's why my wife wanted to go up to the quarry. She decided to do a small photoshoot to take photos and give them to her mom. I'm talking about real photos, on paper! And also for the grandchildren.
A wife knows how to surprise. She decided to pose with these big umbrellas. These are the biggest enemies in Russia. They seized all the fields and meadows and were declared enemies by a separate presidential decree. This is Sosnowsky's Hogweed. In summer, it is dangerous because it releases its juice, which, once on the skin, causes photochemical dermatitis — painful burns that can take a long time to heal and leave scars. It is especially dangerous for juice to get into the eyes — this can burn the cornea. Pollen can also irritate the respiratory tract and provoke allergic reactions.
But today, my wife boldly went into the thicket of hogweed. Of course, it's not dangerous right now.
So, the walk turned out to be wonderful. My wife said that if I went to the office only twice a week and worked remotely from home three days, she’d go for morning walks with me.
Funny how she has these bursts of energy - wanting to wake up early and take a walk in nature - but they never last long. I remember she managed it once for almost a month.
Next Sunday will be the last in October, followed by November. I hope that we won't see any snow this week. I haven't changed the car's tires yet.
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@apnigrichGood luck and have fun