the town time forgot

YESTERDAY I WALKED with Ophee, up the river path, and took in the beautiful hills and blueblue sky, and we greeted an ancient, greyfaced Great Dane and his dad, and watched the swallows dive-bombing each other (and us) because their young were near. One the way home, a little freckle-faced girl on her bicycle stopped to ask if she could pet Ophee. We talked for a minute, then she said, 'well, I should go home and do my chores." Whaaa??? haw.
I had to look around to see if I had transported to a different time.