1266. flowing into the day

another day dawns

he stops and wonders, “what first?”

then goes with the flow 🦊❤️

I watch Tommy entering the day early Saturday morning.  

There are no doors for him to open. (Unless inside the nature center on bitter nights). Eats a little. Sits beside me a little for some petting. Walks down the steps, stops, heads for the small ravine in the woods to drink some spring water. Then whatever comes next… 🦊❤️