My Perfect Day

Milan Kundera said:"To sit with a dog on a hillside on a glorious afternoon is to be back in Eden, where doing nothing was not boring--it was peace."
On the way back home with my Alaska Malamute, the sun was gradually sinking down to the horizon line. The side walk, the bush, the phoenix tree, everything were plated with the grace of the tender sun. I didn't have a satisfactory day, or to be honest, it was terrible. My dog, chuck, seemed to sense my mood, wasn't as energetic and rebellious as usual. He walk aside me, occasionally sniffed here and there, but subsequently lost his interest. Some cars went by, resulted in the sound when it dashed the air. I lower my head, gazing at the walk road and thinking a solution for my trouble. Suddenly I felt a strong shove from the dog leash, I tottered and felt the leash was break loose from me. I realized chuck was running away off me, he was heading to the south hill. I followed after him, he ran much faster them me and finally he stopped on the top of the hill and sat down on the grass facing the sun set. He turn his head back to me and barked. I understand his intention, to sit down and wait for the sun set. I walked forth and sat down beside him. It was so sedate and the only sound can hear is from the soft wind. The sun was half below the horizon line, I imagined scene behind us was getting dark, but gladly there is still a glorious sun offering his illumination. I can't sense the time flow, when I realized the sun were already completely set, the dusk came. Somehow I suddenly understand something, and the trouble haunted in my mind was no longer bothering me. Chuck went up, dragging the leash and urge me to leave.