Archive for July 23rd, 2009

My dog loves a summer night.

His flat, black-button nose twitches overtime.  His head swivels from side to side, peering into the darkness.  He smells things that i don’t smell, hears things that i cant hear, sees things that i don’t see.  He is so alive!

I remember a period in my late teens and very early 20’s, when i was so flush with new freedom from the limits of my family and full of my new capacities that a summer nights could be for me a wonderland – spreading in all directions with space and possiblity.

These days i often feel very turned-on to be alive, but summer nights seldom affect me the same way – there is not often the kind of magic that seems to be available to Buddy almost every night.

Once again Buddy points, for me, the way.

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