When life is out of whack, there's a world where peace exists.
It's out of the city, lost in the middle of nowhere.
Five or six balls, all getting juggled at the same time, got too much to handle, so Shep and I jumped in the truck and headed for the woods.
Cooler air strikes the lungs, the brain and the heart ... the mind quiets and hears only the rustling of the wind in the trees.
And balance returns.
By then, I start to notice the absolute glee Shep gets from running unleashed, sniffing here, jumping there ...
Then the smile doesn't only return to my face. It returns to my heart.