I See Music

As Music and I meandered around the family property this morning, I noticed this piece of hollow branch, perhaps blown down by recent winds. I liked the look of it, and when I bent down to peer through, there was my old dog, tiny and barely discernible, yet still present, holding tightly to my heart as he contemplates a future I cannot see. 

Actually, he was eyeing the stairs that my sister had recently climbed, patiently awaiting her return. Stairs he can no longer climb... He is fond of my sister, Mary, and he is very, very patient...my dear old dog. We have had a lovely, restful day. Life is good.