RDP Wednesday: ADVENTURE
I saw a black dog, sitting under a gray and gold sky with a dark tide sneaking up behind him on the beach that I visited now and then.
The dark tide hissed and it gurgled just before it reached him and then it turned and fled back to the Sea.
The dog didn’t turn it’s head, it didn’t shift it’s weight from one side of it’s massive body to the other. It move a muscle. It just kept looking straight ahead-
with it’s eyes closed.
I made those little kissy noises that you make when you want a dog’s attention, I may have even said something like ” hey there ” but the dog wasn’t interested.
It just sat there with the tide nipping at his back and the salty cool air moving little wisps of fur around his face
and it’s eyes were closed.
We were there for an hour, maybe it was four. Maybe it was all night.
The tide rolled in, past the dog around my feet and we both sat there
looking at each other
with our eyes closed.
Eventually the Sun rose and early morning beachcombers found me and the Black Dog
caught upon the driftwood on the beach.
And our eyes were opened.