the cool dark night swish of wind in the leaves aching to turn into fall schemes of fashion as old as the hills on this global earth ball of gregarious dirt brown damp cling under the fingernails of all god's children of the acres green majesty that does not end and has been is and will be experience itself even to dogs who appreciate the trees and learn from them seek them out as teachers learning how to act in accord with dog custom and the knowledge of the new days sensations create what we can only guess at in dog brains and are just unaware as in our own brains a mighty swoosh of thought in the cells tells the story since how far back we are unable to even dream of the falling into the unknown which was necessary simply because it is the journey itself that we are now somehow able to push and shove and move around a little bit and its an avalanche that forever tumbles never hitting the bottom because the fall is the most important part not the where from or whereto