We meet at Luna’s favorite spot on the mountain, right up near the cross that overlooks a portion of the city, almost at the very summit of Mount Royal. There are a ton of squirrels that like to prance around, begging for food, getting real up close and personal with the humans, and usually, Luna has no idea if she wants to play with them or chase them, her tail alternating between wagging happily and then standing ramrod straight.
I sit at the designated spot, a little concerned to find it empty, but sprawl out on the park bench, purse in my lap, hair braided down my back even though my baby hairs keep getting in my eyes. I glance up and down the trail, see a bunch of runners laughing with each other, and it still amazes me how they’re able to talk while running the entire length of the
