This morning the breezeway was incredible.
But first, I used to hate it when teachers used the word "awesome!" to describe every little scrap of homework that was turned in by their "incredibly wonderful" students. Overused to the point of meaningless it seemed at the time. Yet I have used the words wonderful, perfect, and incredible at least a thousand times each to describe the pond or its setting. Just a realization with no point.
Kilo and I sort of lingered there, enjoying the smells, instead of walking very far.