DO go chasing waterfalls
The worst part isn’t the fall but the frozen body’s failure to respond; like something electric hitting a heavy surface, whatever batteries by which movement is made are abruptly disturbed. Some days now I cannot move my body at all, fall or not.
Regardless, my wife and I celebrated our eighth wedding anniversary with a drive through the mountains. Autumn leaves were vibrant, waterfalls were located, and one of the dogs needs not to be left loose in the cabin on winding unfamiliar roads. All 60lbs of Warren clambered along the driver’s left shoulder. Unsuccessful neither at getting up front nor causing a terrible backwoods accident, he clawed between the seats into my lap. Thrilled with his communicative victory there was much excitement.
But oh sweet country savior, those toenails.
Do you remember the giant claw-nail on Jurassic Park’s velociraptor? That is all of Warren’s nails. Intensely painful on human thighs (puncture bruises, scratches, torn pants) but even a gentle tip-clipping triggers him. Tail tucked, he trembled once behind a curtain.
We’ll figure it out buddy. Good boy.
We voted the day before this long and loving kerfuffle. Lines at our small precinct. People stayed a respectable distance from one another and cars snaked around the back of the building.
On the roof’s front precipice a bird in silhouette kept its wings spread over everyone waiting to cast a ballot. We’re still trying to figure out its origins, but boy howdy was it a regal welcome to all.
TSD 
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