Dog had a slight headache that
morning. Lucas and David were lying roughly in the sun after a cold and clear
starry night of howling or yelling or whatever dogs at the Ranch do all night.
Looking in their eyes he could see, how they awaited this moment. Lucas
acknowledged him with a halfhearted wrinkled brow and David altogether ignored
him.
Dog met them for the first time
at the Pigeon market. Scared, in a sea of legs. Dog made two trades that day that
he would later talk about to what he referred to as "the people from a
different world". For Dog had never been able to understand their basic
purpose and pleasures. The two things he was sure about them were that, they
were always looking for something and they always came with an air of
"something is happening".
Dog wondered how lives can be so different
in itself, yet strung to a common beat of thread. He had now spent 45 years on
the Ranch and was thinking to himself, ‘what was it all for? Love? Money?’ He
suddenly had a feeling of everything coming in a circle and wondered could that
be? Lucas and David were up now and ready for their morning run to the Ranch.
Since that Pigeon market Sunday, 21 years ago, the three of them had found
themselves in complete harmony with each other in presence and in needs. They
were the three uniformly rotating objects around the stories that them people from
the west, came looking for.
..........
eMONK
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