Tuesday, April 27, 2010
Yesterday I met an old couple walking their dog around Lake Temescal. Once black, the dog was now grizzled and gray, and his muzzle was pure white. He's nineteen years old, they told me, looking at him with love in their eyes, walking slowly to match their pace with his. A little further on I saw a mother coot with four newly hatched chicks, impossibly tiny and fragile, bobbing on the surface of the water. How do they survive, I wondered. How does anything survive? And today the spring rain is softly falling, falling as softly as a caress.
Posted by Tai at 10:13 AM