Days when he stayed a little longer and watched until he was out of sight. Conversations where he waited just a beat longer than his impulse to reply.
A wee bit of time well spent.
The smallest thing, yet it always delivered in nourishing ways.
He had a good feeling about today...
415AM. He took his dogs and thoughts for a walk. They led him down the street and up into the sky. A shooting star greeted them, falling to the earth like a stray ember from a sparkler. He stood there waiting for more…but it was just the one. Somewhere off in the distance he heard a fox cry out. He couldn’t make this stuff up. He stood there a little longer, soaking in the scene. The dogs didn’t seem to mind, their noses to the ground in the autumn leaves. He had a good feeling about today.
Change was in the air...
Blustery winds. Rustling leaves. And the shrill cry of a fox off in the distance. It spoke to him in a way that he couldn’t describe.
Change was in the air.
Years ago she ran from my camera...
