Food for the Soul ...

Yesterdays romp on the wild side was all about enthusiasm, determination and a fall.

Exercising demons and having a goal. 

Perhaps a wiser man would have lounged pond side, dampening his audacity and gall.

While feeding both the spirit and the soul.

Today I sat back as Cookie drew swirling, hypnotic patterns on the mirky surface of our bog. 

Hopelessly pursuing tiny leaping fish completely unaware that she is not an otter, but a dog.

Alas today I’m wiser and not that other guy.
So here is to the mellower me and a look at my evening sky.