HILLSIDE
By Setor, Hmzlf
Casually jumping over the small pile of rocks, I made it into the meadow. Alita was right behind me, wagging her tail in excitement. This was one of the activities I enjoyed doing whenever I came back home to visit. Touring the hillside with our family’s precious golden retriever, Alita. She gently hopped over the pile of rocks, and came marching up to stand stand right beside me, dropping her tennis ball onto the soft green grass.
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We used to do this all the time when we first got her. That was when I still stayed with the family. But ever since I moved out, and visits got few and far between, this has become a rather rare occurrence. Because of this, I have come to cherish these moments even more. I glanced down at her, and as though she had been reading my mind, met me with a knowing stare of her own. In a few days, I would be gone again.
The hillside views were quite immaculate. The sun was near setting, so the golden glow was in full effect. The beautiful orange, blue, green, purple and grey colors of the sunlight, sky, and greenery, made for a very satisfying aesthetic. The gentle breeze further reminded me to slow down and to relax. Yes. In a few days, I would be gone again. But today, I was hillside with my best friend in the entire world.
