Adventure
Tony the great bright Owl
Today was like no other day I recall. Sure I woke up brushed my teeth, slow danced to the sweet tunes of jazz music, while having a fresh cup of coffee. As juice wrld lyric blurred in the background I heard my dog grizzly fuzzing at something or someone. I turn the music down. I put fresh water in his bowl and fill up on his favorite blue Buffalo. The sun is glowing bright Orange through my window curtains. As I walk pass I open the blinds, Letting the sun rays and the beauty of another day fill my Rv. My grizzle bear which is a foot tall and 2 1/2 pound dog is full of energy and ready for his morning bathroom ritual. He’s a jack russell and Chihuahua. He’s only 16 months and best friend a man could ask me. I put some snacks and notebooks in my book bag then I put on grizzlies vest, and his lease then we head out the door. It was still chilly so I ran back inside grabbed my coat, shades and some gloves. Grizzle barked in delight, ready to get on with our morning walk. As I started my Apple Music and took off. I Recognize how beautiful of a day it was. The wind was blowing just right the clouds were at a uproar moving at a fast pace. Yet the sun illuminated the background so well, Almost as if it was humming it’s on Symphony. Inviting the day. As we cross the street heading towards the park entry we exchange Our hellos and good day to neighbors. Hitting the main road it’s nothing but the sun and Noisy cars. We go up a quarter mile take a right head back into sun set trail park. Grizzly is barking at squirrels as I notice a figure in the tree about 30 yards away from us. On second look I can’t believe what I’m seeing a beautiful orange, black and white barn Owl. It hasn’t must notice us quite yet, then bark, bark, the Owl looks at us like he was Startled ankle feels. It was a sense of amusement in his eyes. He jumps to his left opens up one wing and lets out a large screech. Shook his head and his feathers as I grabbed grizzly to shut him up from barking. Tony the great bright Owl is what I called him. We exchanged eyes for a small moment which felt like a long Eternity. He flipped his head in a different direction started flap, flap, flap, flap, and then he was gone. I Decided to take a second and thing about what all happened sense I woke up. As we started back walking I couldn’t help but feel a Certain thrill about today. My heart was racing, a Unknown calm had undertaking me. So we stopped at a bench as I pulled my stretch book out and started to recall my encounter with Tony the great bright Owl. As grizzly layed beside my leg wore out and happy his best friend was off from work. My hands began to craft his outline. Trying my best to Display all of it’s beautiful features. Which I know I never could. As I began too stare off my mind wings set there course too. As I reflect on the good I’ve done and something’s I could’ve done better. I realize every opportunity is the only opportunity I got and will ever need. To capture a moment it’s to experience it in all of its fullness. Just like Tony the great bright Owl. I have wings and so do you. We have to set our course and take flight regardless of who’s watching or talking about you. Take flight
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