The brook looked like it was holding light today. The way the light fell into that deep pool, it stuck around. I’m pretty familiar with these woods at this point, but it feels new, or maybe I’m blind enough to never see the same thing twice.
I wonder some times about those two dogs. I try to imagine them on their own little adventure without me. Meandering through the forest, chewing sticks and barking at things and tousling and causing trouble. They are so much within the context of me and Abby that it’s more like fanfiction than anything else.
They catch the light in interesting ways too some days, just like the brook does. The trees do, the paths do, I think maybe the trick to knowing a place for a long time and for loving it is keeping an eye out for what’s catching the light when.
bozo.
I wonder some times about those two dogs. I try to imagine them on their own little adventure without me. Meandering through the forest, chewing sticks and barking at things and tousling and causing trouble. They are so much within the context of me and Abby that it’s more like fanfiction than anything else.
They catch the light in interesting ways too some days, just like the brook does. The trees do, the paths do, I think maybe the trick to knowing a place for a long time and for loving it is keeping an eye out for what’s catching the light when.
bozo.