For Love.

I took Kelso down for a walk this evening, just a few hours back.

The estate was silent, lit with lovely dim yellow lights. They seemed to cast a romantic tint onto everything around. The breeze was surprisingly cool and constant.
The planted palm trees swayed gently, their leaves rustling.

I walked slowly past the pool.
My favourite part.
The calm silent pool, lit by yellow lights underneath. It was lovely how it looked so inviting and yet so ominous.
The pool, just begging for its calm surface to be shattered. Just begging for waves, just begging for movement. Being stagnant looked beautiful, but it looked unnatural too.

I stopped for a while. The breeze blew my way and I inhaled deeply, slowly.
I've always loved the smell of the pool.The scent of the sea, the chlorine and a flower that I don't know of yet, made for a strange, intoxicating mix.
It brought back memories of events that have yet to happen.

I just stood there looking at the pool and then I looked up.
I shouldn't be alone.
It was wrong on so many levels.
I should be hand in hand, sharing laughs, smiling at unspoken secrets and scared beyond my wits.

And then I felt a tug. I looked back down and Kelso squatted to poop.
His little doggy face broke into a smile as if to say- "You'll always have me around!"

I smiled, cleaned up after him and we went on our way.