It’s raining right now. Fitting for how I’m feeling. The heavens cry along with me with the loss of my wonderful companion, Pugsly. I have few words now. I didn’t know it was possible to love a wee creature so much. Four years ago, she walked lost down my street and found me.
This used to be a working soda fountain. In high school, we could drive out to Pomona for a malted or a gen-u-ine root beer float. When my grandparents died, we planted trees for them at the Unitarian Fellowship. Time passes, trees grow. Nothing endures but change. Turn and face the strange. Tomorrow, I go back on the road.