Trying to beat the rain we released the dogs out into the snowy streets and headed for the river walk.
Where BC does what he does best:
rescues hopeless objects from precarious places.
Beach offering a hand.
The rain caught us crossing the foot bridge.
We entered the park with geese rising and rain falling and dogs racing through slushy snow.
A long time ago BC had said to me "I know I can't expect you to love me forever. Compared to them I have nothing to offer you. Knowing you love me now and that I was the one who opened the door for you would be enough for me..."
(Eleven years later.)
Now is always the moment we should stand in.
And for now the cart is standing firmly alone on the shore because of him.
~perhaps she even loves him as I do~
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