Our two mile walk up the road and back, slow, leisurely. Arm in arm, I eagerly show him all the spring wonders I found on my last walk this way, all sorts of flowers and plants starting to show themselves. We see an oriel wing by, a flash of orange and black. We hear a plethora of various unidentified birds call and trilling in the trees. Life is peaceful walking here, a calm settled happiness infuses my being. We talk quietly of little things as we meander along the road, timeless and tranquil in the shadows of a spring green evening.