Wednesday, December 03, 2003

I wonder about stray dogs. I
follow their self-absorbed
trot. They are thinking
Something, going Somewhere,
maybe just killing time. Always
alone, I wonder about that
lonesome existence. Do they
feel it? Or are they too busy
savouring freedom to
care much, exploring every
unknown path the minute
they wonder where it leads to,
following every scent they
think is interesting- really
instead of cautiously
tip-toeing around the
edges forever and
patting themselves on the
back when
they’re old (what a
successful life)

Mina at 9:11 AM