It was already night out by the time he had started to walk back home. He had come to enjoy this peaceful walk under the stars: he could take his time, watch the animals in the park, feel the breeze go through his fur, listen to the sound of his feet walking on the cobblestone paths.
It was relaxing. It was a time for him to decompress. He could breathe slowly, take deep breaths, enjoy the crisp night air.
It was relaxing. It was a time for him to decompress. He could breathe slowly, take deep breaths, enjoy the crisp night air.