drop: morning

Oh the morning….. delicate moss and green grass gather in bunches and mounds about the base…. the foot of an oak tree…. a soft place to lay down if i were small…..

And a man walks by my house with his dog as he does every morning at this hour.  The dog appears to have gotten a haircut.  And he leads this fussed up and groomed little pooch as if nothing has changed…. I find this incredibly funny, but do not laugh out loud….. I merely chuckle to myself and keep breathing……… what a sign.


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