At this point, silence is golden.

Landon and I have been taking two walks a day - one in the morning and then again in the near-evening. The walk is mostly silent. Landon pants beside me, sunlight squinting through his long lashes, the ducks quietly mutter amongst themselves, children squeal and laugh at the park we pass and joggers pound by with the rhythmic beats of sneakers against pavement.

The weather is beautiful. The air is crisp and cool. The sky is cobalt stone blue and the sun is constant in it's shining humor. It's perfect.