I thought it might end that year
Zoe looked at me expectantly
she\'d dropped the stick at my feet
and wanted another throw.
Such a lovely animal, lovely nature
her needs were simple.
Somehow perspectives changed
simple things became the important ones
here on the windswept beach.
I picked up the stick
a choice of directions
against the wind or with the wind.
Zoe was dancing, barking mischieviously.