Gliding

I imagine gliding like this, along the surface of water or deep in sleep, easy and peaceful, seeing things up close as never before or far away as never before, and then I remember my aching back, the nightly heating pad and fitful turning, one cat or another moving to take up new space, sometimes on that same pad where they glide effortlessly into sleep.

I'd like that.

Pure Joy

This dog has it.

I want it.

Ear! Ear!

This little girl with the big ears knows a good thing when she sees it!

Let's hear it for fall at the lake!

J's garden gives me

as much pleasure as little Ebee takes from a walk around the lake.