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ruts in the road
Energy settled after a walk, Henny watched the world pass by through nose-printed windows.
Curious to a fault, the fourleg was enjoying spring explorations off her well-worn paths. Snow-melt and rain made mud pits of trails and dog parks, leading paws and muses to search out paved trails and city streets as a diversion from their neighborhood. Familiarity dulled their senses.
“Are your seatbelts fastened?” Nia checked her buckle while wheels fell into, then climbed out of, a plethora of potholes.
Thalia lifted her arms and waved her hands about. “Wheeeeeee!”
“Sunshine, exercise, birdsong… and bumps in the road…” Calliope pressed her nose against the glass, “… the ride of our lifetime.”
We must acknowledge powerlessness as our essential condition — after all, we do not even control the beating of our own hearts — and yet, at the same time, we must acknowledge our absolute responsibility for our actions.
~ Rolf Gates, Meditations from the Mat