Asleep she is, peacefully.
Alert she is, of her surrounding.
Insatiable she is, for love
I moved gingerly so not to wake the two bodies lying still on the ground. I smiled quietly as if afraid they would notice. My heard settled in its place, sense of peace washed over me.
What is it about this image, I wondered, that made things seem easier, problems smaller, choices
immaterial, and life...more blissful?
As each day goes by, each simple move serves as a reminder on what is truly important.
Days filled with squirrel-chases, plays with friends, drinks from fresh or not-so-fresh streams, hikes on the North Shore trails, and if I happen to pretend not to notice, a few hours of snoozing on the couch.
Head turned to the side, tail between the hind legs, and body slowly moving to the Timeout corner. She sheepishly looks up at the wagging finger and a word sounding familiar, yet so far: "Bad Girl". I turn a corner and come back. There she is, staring back at me, as if nothing has happened.
Please, pretty please, I love you. Can I now have my dinner and a walk?
Please, pretty please, I adore you. Can we now sit back and relax?
I look into those light eyes, filled with exuberance and lightness of being. I shall forgive, as you have forgot.
The image of two, as one. I accept you, and respect you, as you have mine.
Awake he is, smiling
Attentive he is, of my presence
Lucky I am, in love
