I took a walk on the beach on this misty overcast morning, and the beach was still…no bird life, no sea life, no wind life, no life life except for these figures.
I stood and watch this elderly golden, breathing him in with a swelled, appreciative heart. When I spoke to him, he came to me. A silent sharing, understanding of life’s chapters, and then his owner, in the distance called him, and off he toddled.