Yesterday, after my vet visit, still teary from watching life drain from Lucy's eyes, I turned the gentle curve out of Cowan onto the Winchester Highway. Before me, one long diagonal dash of yellow sunlight raced upwards like a runaway spotlight, from valley floor to mountain top. Even though I pulled off the highway as soon as I could and pulled out my camera as fast I could, I managed to snap only one tiny last bit of yellow-green light atop the ridge (just above the telephone pole's cross-arm) before it disappeared into the gray-blue lowering clouds.
Even earlier, on Wednesday, I read this in 66 Square Feet: "The relentless Now of an animal's life can make living with a distressed creature almost unbearable. There is no comforting them. There is no tomorrow, no explanation, only the tyranny of the present."
For Lucy the tyranny of the present was brief; otherwise, she lived in the freedom of the present: attentively and joyfully. For me, on my way home without her, the tyranny of the present lifted in that racing light, smacking me yet again with a colliding set of fabulous realities.
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