Dogs are odd funny creatures,
they're big and small with all sorts of features.

And every once in a while,
if given a smile,
They can be the very best teachers.

Everything makes you wonder if you're good enough,
if you measure up.
But your standards are impossibly high for yourself.

Bars you can never reach,
but you stretch.
Stretch yourself so thin...
Just to get to it anyways.

Now it's time for the comparisons to stop.
To pull yourself back together and,
unstretch undoubt, unhide.

The best anyone can ever be is happy with themselves.

When it snows and the wind blows fast enough
that it doesn't look like falling anymore
                just like static on an old tv.

And it sounds like a whooshing of someone exhaling,
exasperated after a difficult day.
There's the occasional wail,
               interspersed among these sighs.

Like someone had their heart broken.
The screaming winds accompany sharp shards,
they pierce exposed skin and remind you of that
fairytale.

The one about childhood sweethearts,
and the freezing of hearts,
and the rescuing of boys.

The frozen glass makes the physical pain match
                     the sad sounds which is an eerie
                     sensation.
Like nature wants you to know it's hurting and suffer
with it too.

Not all leaves move with the wind.
Maybe because the others are too trampled on to move, too ground into the earth. Or maybe they're too stubborn and cling to the pile afraid to fly. But some let go.

They get picked up and carried and see more of the world. Loneliest. Loneliness is the price of worldliness. Ironic isn't it? The more you see the less time you have to connect and stay connected.

I'd still rather fly. So next breeze I feel I'm going to lean back, open up to opportunity and let myself be carried away.

Aimlessly through cornfields flying
        quietly and simply listening,
to conversations
to music that's not mine
to laughing and memories being made.

Going no where but not minding.
Numbers fade from importance
         and the dials behind the wheel don't matter.

Only the dirt, the road, the growing dark,
        no destination,
        no worries about going back.
Changing sky, and the people you just met
        but are certain you can't forget.