April loves apples and I love April.
For years, I ran by her never stopping to say hello. To be fair, it was often at 5 AM in the morning and it was pitch black. Still, sometimes it was daytime and I would see her in her shelter and keep on running.
Not anymore. I think someone I run with planted a seed when she started talking about how she had begun stopping to talk to "Gregory." She didn't know April's name and called her that because the donkey lives on Gregory Road.
A few months ago, I started to stop. I called to her and she came. At first, I didn't bring food. Miffed, she would turn her backside to me, but she at least let me pet her lower back. So, she couldn't have been that mad.
Now, I almost always bring apples and she trots over as if I'm a long lost friend. Her lips are soft, juice pours out of her mouth as she savors her sweet, crunchy treat, and I delight as she graces me with her presence.
What other opportunities for joy and delight have I been running by for years?