After heavy rains, dog and I stood and watched the river rolling wide towards us, as it got close she chased the heads of the river like a snake and I walked along side laughing with joy; reminded of walking in the airport alongside the flat escalator as my guru glided along it, I walking backwards so I wouldn’t miss a moment of her in my eyes.
My eyes glistened with the reflection of her that is me that is this river rushing towards me and I towards her.
The river separated dog and I and now the river rushed strong and she was afraid to cross over. With me cheering her on from one side and her alone on the other, somehow she found the courage and charged across towards home. Fears concurred and pride found, innocent bliss ignited again.
