“I will be the gladdest thing
Under the sun!
I will touch a hundred flowers
And not pick one.”
-Edna St. Vincent Millay
“Afternoon on a Hill”
When does the heart move from the fresh surprises of love newly found to the warm comfort of days spent together?
When do you start feeling more the gratitude of a friend’s constancy and faithfulness than the gratitude of finding him in the first place?
I couldn’t tell you the day, but I can show you the dog.