Sunday, July 29, 2007

a random encounter

I had never met you before. And it couldn't have been food: I wasn't carrying or promising any. What, then, made made you follow me all the way from Elliot's Beach to 2nd Avenue, Besant Nagar, where I had parked? This much I do know: your friendly muzzle in my cupped hands, your eager paws up on my chest as you strained to lick my face, your wagging tail and eager whimpers as I fondled your ears and stroked your forehead - these gladdened my day and lifted my spirits as nothing or nobody else could have. Thank you.

Sunday, July 01, 2007

continental shifts

they disappear
taking some parts of our selves
not refundable