Dinner Time

I was out taking a walk around the neighborhood yesterday evening, something I have not done since losing Murphy. As an adult there is one thing that I love about taking walks around this time, the smell of dinner being cooked. I remember as a kid we knew that these wonderful smells drifting from houses were a sign that it was time to head home and wash up. During the winter it meant you were in for the night, but in the summertime you had at least 2 more hours of day light. These smells bring back good memories from when I was a kid, and make me miss my walks with The Murph...but mostly they just make me hungry.