Sunday, December 16, 2012

The Park by the River with the Dog

The Dog and I walk by the river.  40 blocks each way, from the bridge down to the big gym.

We saw a hawk. Who had seen a rat in the grass.  The Hawk saw us and posed, but he didn't attack the rat.  He flew around and his wings were bigger than you'd expect.  Like a giant feather hug.






This is what the river looked like.  The dog is looking at the bridge. And when he turned, this is what he saw.



It's good exercise for both of us.  We think a lot about life and the river.  And how the River is a lot like Love.  And also like Chocolate.

You can get lonely or sad.  You forget that the River exists.  And then you go for a walk, and wander.  And it makes you happy to see it, to experience it. To remember how close it is to you.  And like with chocolate, you remember there's a stash.  And it just simply makes you happy.

Sometimes you need someone else to bring you there. Because it is easy to forget unless it is right in front of you.



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