Together we've climbed mountains and
we have raced.
We've waded,
rooted,
and we've flown.
We have tended flock
and we've stolen kisses.
We've explored
and we've voyaged.
. . . . . . . . . . . .
This month, after fifteen years of high adventure, our sprint has slowed to a stagger.
We still explore, but it's different now. We don't go far. We take our time.
Sometimes Marky needs a few minutes to really process that sniff in all its nuances.
And just down the path, there's more sniffing and thinking to be done.
And just down the path, there's more sniffing and thinking to be done.
So I stop, and I look around and I think about it too.
I find things.
delightful things.
Elegant things.
We are wanderers now.
But you know,
not all who wander are lost. *
*J.R.R. Tolkien
