A bone empty walk. The stars distant and uninvolved. The animals and birds silent. The moon unavailable. No clouds to dress the sky. Humans detached, disconnected. And I felt only the shell of my love for the dogs that greeted me.
In the pursuit of truth--I’m posting this paragraph from last night. It is rare to spend an hour and a half outdoors in crisp clean weather, and walk back so empty.
22 March 2006
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