Friday, September 30, 2011


I have never been a fan of Autumn. You can keep your layered clothes, your baggy sweaters, your crisp mornings and the far-away sky, your dying leaves and the blossoming bareness of the trees overhead, the stale, cool earthiness of the air when you breath. These things mean nothing to me.

I will say this, though: there is great delight to be found in stepping on the leaves, cracking their yellowing backs between your heel and the sidewalk, listening to the delicate melody of their shattering as your weight crushes them to dust. It is a percussion unmatched, except perhaps by heave and meaty slip of those late winter ice racks that gather along the edge of the sidewalks, shattering as you step across them. 

I do not like Autumn one bit, but I love my dog's place in it, especially the sound of him kicking up its wake as he moves forward, ever forward, his propeller tail stirring their air behind him, his smile and amazing eyes pulling him forward.

There is music to be found there. Duncan is its maestro and all I can do is learn to listen and try as hard as I can to allow his tune to carry me along.


Finn said...

I really look forward to your posts. I agree, we love the crunchy leaves, but that's pretty much how we would have said it. :) Have a great weekend!


They say that you cannot appreciate the good without the bad; the beautiful without the ugly; the joy without the heartache; the music without the silence, the glory without the failure...
See it as preparation for summer, and enjoy your music :)
Sending lotsaluv

KBL 2 ORD 2 SAN 2 LUV said...

Ditto what MaxMom said. Dogs bring us beauty, or they show it to us, in the unexpected places of life.