Strolling Through Impressionism

An exhale leaves a thick cloud consisting of droplets of water and the cold air that surrounds it. Grays and yellows mixed together pondering their ability to light up the sidewalks and benches for man to take a stroll. Perhaps a calming stride to gather thoughts and ideas about the blurry attitudes of mankind still asleep in their houses and tucked in their beds. Serenity passes through the shady green blobs of grass, of trees, and of bushes. Surrounded by crossed lines between nature and mankind. The soft breeze chilly enough to make muscles tense and jaws clench. Man can't help but tighten his grip on the hard leash seemingly frozen to his hand. The dog so absorbed in his daily routine that he doesn't seem to feel the same shiver that man feels. The chill passing by seems much more contagious to the human race than to canine. The dog sways side to side deciding which strand of dead grass to sniff a part. Which strand shall be the chosen one for the dogs triumphant act of passing water. The sounds muffled by the cloth covering the mans ears for protection against the cold air passing by. The chirping of the birds, the barking of the dogs, the conversations of the people all deadened by the lack of energy gained through a full night's sleep. Early in the morning, the sun not quite awake yet, the man strolls deciphering his thoughts, the dog sways deciphering his grass, as the grays and yellows brighten deciphering the sidewalk from the benches.