Walking a lazy dog drives me to drink. There's SO much to be done and he's taking his sweet time, meadering along, shifting his weight to pee on every stump that resembles a toilet. While my To Do List is growing like a well-fertilized marajuana plant in the ultraviolet spotlight. I pull with impatience but the other end of the leash, taut and unbending, yields to no one.
I pant in exasperation. I yearn for the time we're opening the gate at home, unclipping the lead, and removing a treat from the crinkled bag.
Then I spot a new succulent coming out of the landscape near the stream of urine. I gape in wonder. Incredulous that the sparkle of snow surrounding the vibrant purple hasn't taken more of a toll on the little flower bud. How is this possible?
I feel an urgent tug on the other end of the rope. He's ready to move on down the road.
And I'm SO NOT!
Thanks, Bruno, for the beauty of stopped time.