Clad in long sleeve shirt, wearing my straw hat, I took to the path. Julia forgot her sunglass flap, but fortunately it was still early and the sun had not yet grown vicious. Always, we go counter clockwise on the path. This way, we come to the rose garden early. The red roses were aged, but still fragrant. I inhaled deeply of two, and then continued on the path.

Continuing, as I did yesterday, to be more observant of the subtle environment, I sniffed about for what I could sense. A group of four or five young people gave off a rather flighty energy mix. One was laughing about her friend who'd gotten drunk. Could they have stayed awake all night? They all threw off chaotic bouncy vibes, like the mania that strikes those who abstain from sleep.

Not much further on the path, the vitality of an older couple was very evident. No doubt the man and woman had had a long, rich life together. There was a harmony to the way their energy signatures mixed. A blonde haired scrawny woman gave off not much, she was 'all-business' in the pursuit of her healthy goals.

The largeness of male energy spread out from a middle aged man, who greeted us on the path. I sensed determination, that he would meet what ever goals he'd set for himself.

I heard the panting of a large dog from quite a distance away. The wild energy this dog emanated was far stronger than that of the human escorting him. The small boyish looking woman gave off scant vibes. I wondered why, if she was depressed or merely very self-contained. She did not return Julia's call of ''Hello!''

For a good bit, Julia and I then were alone on the path. We delighted to the sight of a road runner in the grass, with his noble crown. It was cute the way his long tail would point upwards after he stopped to pause.

Later, I heard the impressive footprints of someone approaching us from behind. It had to be a person of sizable weight. I tried to gather anything I could about them before he met and passed us. Strong energy, it seemed, and I deemed it was likely a middle aged person. I smiled when at last the mystery was realized. No forty year old, it was two twenties instead! The duality had been obscured by the fact the young man and woman's foot falls were in perfect unison. This may have been unconsciously controlled by the music they were sharing via a forking headset device.

Also, although the female was shorter, her legs were exactly the same length as those of her partner. This makes such synchronosity easy. Julia, with her long legs, and I, with my short legs, have a difficulty in this. Periodically I must tell me to pause while I catch up. It's not that I'm moving my legs slower than she is, it's just that each step covers considerably less distance.

Not just walking to improve our health, last night Julia and I ventured into the pool. I must be careful to wait until the sun is going down, so I don't burn. It is at last warm enough that we can do this. This is the most fun exercise, as it seems so much more like play. Julia floats while keeping vertical. I take turns between dogpaddling, and being on my back waving my arms to permabulate, and just plain laying there and floating. Summer in Arizona is not all bad.