I’m walking faster now.  My dog, now on the other side of the veil, doesn’t mind.  In fact most of the time he is an old friend who walks with me.  We still enjoy the early morning air and talk to trees.

The lilac is bare.  Like grief, the branches wave.  Salt water tears would be invisible to an ocean crab.  It is a day with barely a dawning.  Slight sweet coral glimmers beneath the wide swatches of grey clouds.

Birds eating berries.  Sparrows scatter as I pass.  Flowers still bloom.  They are all so comfortable with near death experiences.  It is a familiar part of nature.

Love is a cleaving energy.  Once the bond seems broken, water simply flows.  Love is a healing balm for my soul.  I feel Lucky Love, I lean into my Goddess of the Hounds who stops Her bounding through the forest to kiss me on my cheek.