October 29, 2006
Grey. Grey road. Grey rain. Grey skies. Grey clouds. Grey mood. Long drive ahead. My dog sits beside me in the passenger seat, looking straight ahead at the cement ribbon as if she were driving. Her soulful dark eyes, clouding a little with age, seek the horizon calmly. She's seen a lot of road in her time, and this one isn't any different. I sneak a look at her noble, elegant profile, dark against the grey day's light and smile with delight at her companionship, loveliness, the joy of having her in my life and right beside me, right now.