Running With Dogs Is Like Dancing With

This Beginning Motion, This First Time When A Sail Truly Filled And The Boat Took Life And Knifed Across The Lake Under Perfect Control, This Was So Beautiful It Stopped My Breath.

When He Sat Alone In The Darkness And Cried And Was Done, All Done With It, Nothing Had Changed. His Leg Still Hurt, It Was Still Dark, He Was Still Alone And The Self-pity Had Accomplished Nothing.

The Person Who Reads Can Bail, But The Person Who Doesn't Fails.

Running With Dogs Is Like Dancing With Winter

Things Seemed To Go Back And Forth Between Reality And Imagination--except That It Was All Reality.