Meeting life under a full moon
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“Was it ok?“
a man asked me. A big black dog had run up to me in a joyful manner, frolicking about. The man was the dog’s owner.
“Yeah, it was fine.“
I replied, smiling.
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It felt like the dog had run up to me as a reaction to the happiness I felt – radiated. Came to me like a child to a warm fire, greeting me with the same warmth.
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As I walked a little further up the freezing street tears fell from my eyes, as I remembered one of my diaries of past: Frolic. See, in the picture I drew a big wolfdog for a representation of Life, how it took me to new places and sights – not leaving me any choise of direction.
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Life had run up to me – greeting me kindly. A man had asked me if the encounter went well, if life treated me well.
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It all felt very symbolic and was truly a befitting finale of what had been a good encounter with this “life” of mine, as the aforementioned freezing road lead me home from a long, joyful evening in the good company of Sara, whom had invited me over to her place.
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She was just what I needed; a change in scenery, some appreciation, an invitation and a precious friend.
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Her smiling at me as we parted suggested she was pleased with how things had turned out as well – that the satisfaction and joy was mutual.
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