Then it's the car ride to the usual place in the field. Everything looks spring-green and new.
How many times have we made this drive? Gone on this walk? And with how many different casts of characters, both human and canine?
Sometimes we hear geese overhead, and sometimes, like today, we hear the girls' softball team cheering each other on, even as they get creamed.
And is there a sweeter sight in the world than the dog we love running toward us?
Neitzsche once wrote:
When we observe how some people know how to manage their experiences--their insignificant, everyday experiences--so that they become an arable soil that bears fruit three times a year, while other--and how many there are!--are driven through surging waves of destiny, the most multifarious currents of the times and the nations, and yet always remain on top, bobbing like a cork, then we are in the end tempted to divide mankind into a minority (a minimality) of those who know how to make much of little, and a majority of those who know how to make little of much.I hope that Zoe will be patient and continue to do her best to convert me to the minority, to help me love what I have and see what I think we have already seen.