Sometimes change is subtle, like the change in the seasons,
when you suddenly notice the bite in the air has softened toward the barest hint
of spring, and you wake to the high, faint sound of the geese coming back.
Sometimes change hits you over the head, and you find yourself in a deep river struggling to keep your head above the water.
Sometimes, it comes with a slow realization that the path is turning
and branching, and going somewhere else
and that this journey you thought you were on is not the right one
The House of Beautiful Dogs is for sale now
and the end of the path is hidden in the underbrush
but I hope you will come along with my dogs and I
one step at a time.