He got his arms around the chunk, hoisted it, got his legs straight, and exclaimed “Winter’s coming”. I’m not sure why it struck me so forcefully, but I’ve thought about it ever since.
It was a gorgeous afternoon, so I laid down in the soft, late summer grass. The guest dogs decided they would join me. They lounged with me, leaning against me, relaxing, licking my attentive hands, just being dogs, lost and found.