Finally back, and it’s good to see the dogs and the people, too. Even as tired as I was it was good to see them. The best part of being back was after we unpacked and said our hellos and wagged our tails, the best part was when Abby and I went walking around the loop together, the short one, not the long one. All this rain while we were gone transformed the field into something altogether more verdant, and the locust tree, it’s heavy with green. 

It was the best part then because I love that loop, I love walking it with Abby, and we got to appreciate it more fully after some days away. It’s the best part now because even after a few days of doing nothing but sitting and talking and walking and eating together, it still wasn’t nearly enough. 

It was easy being there together. Things that might’ve been hard in the past were easy now. The rain, the expense, the search for things to do; really, I have a hard time even thinking up any dissatisfcation at all.

When I think of the past few days I think of sea food, bits of quartz, bare feet, book stores, time in the car, and an increasing inability to put words to the depth of my feeling for this person.
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It’s theological at this point, almost religious, transcendental at the very minimum.