before a time we knew but one we talk about with reverence. We don’t connect to it without paws like animals because we wear these things in our history. You showed me a great light a belief that in darkness there is a light in the house. Mountains of knowledge we come from, Knowing if there are tales to tell they could reach the tops of mountains with dotted eyes pierced by the moon reflecting on your tiny feat.

this story is a fork in the road but it’s not forgotten. I am but a memory to you and you to me someday. We survived as wolves went on to be dogs. I have to believe you could see through me for a purpose greater than greed. I’m doing my best to make lemonade from lemons.

You left me at an empty table one I will never forget but one that changed the direction of my life.

I’m gifted perspective having tumbled down the mountain to make it to a rivers edge and be grateful for another day another night to make imagery that can resonate with someone who needs it.