The Coolest Neighbors in the Hood

I sometimes see a thin bearded gentleman in a ski hat and puffy coat walking with his dog's leash thrown over his shoulder.  The heavy tension on the leash gives a subtle incline to his stride.

The dog lumbers along behind looking like he could just take a nap anywhere and now, ocassionally freezing in mule-like obstinance.  The man gives an extra lean forward and if needed scolds the dog to keep him moving.

But most of the time the man's eyes are set forward, though in his expression is the look of distraction, like he is contemplating heavily on a dream or maybe his is still in it. 

Their "dance" gives me smile, and makes me wonder if there are charming and amusing steps unknowlingly choreographed into my day.