Back

First walk in over a week. I took the dogs out for their afternoon constitutional. I don't think I'd gone ten yards when my back began to hurt, but Thor and Cleo were both good, and so within minutes I had forgotten the strain and began to enjoy the sweat and sun.

I also left behind, at least for a few minutes the strain of perceived failures. Children played soccer against a house while their parents talked around a barbeque, and fenced dogs barked at mine as we went past. I just smiled and kept moving.

hope is a thistle
royal bright
but too soon wilted
and yet there is another
tomorrow