It was almost pitch black as Isis and I began our nightly outing tonight. It was silent except for the sound of our footfalls. We walked along for awhile enjoying the cool air, fragrant pipe smoke, and each other's company. We took the usual route,and when we turned back to meander toward home we saw the moon as she was just cresting the horizon, waning gibbous, so large and orange that it was startling. She looked like a giant, golden cat's eye, watching us as we made our way through the darkness.
Last night on our walk Isis paused, staring intently. It took me a moment to realize what she was so fascinated with. She was looking at the moon! She was transfixed, captivated by that same orb that drives writers, artists and lovers mad. What could she possibly be thinking?
What hold did it have on her? Did she find it as beautiful and mysterious as I do? Never have I wanted to know what a dog thinks more than I did in that moment. And never did I need words less to understand or break the magic. And so we stood and stared for a moment in shared silence until our footfalls sounded our way home again.
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