At Rest

Willow on Long Sands Beach

We walked up and down this beach, a group of folks with their greyhounds. It was amazing to see every hound's distinct reaction to the water. Drive regarded it with dismay and suspicion. Other dogs strained at their leads to get at the surf. I love the individuality of a dog.

Willow, an elderly and graceful lady in her teenage years, was not on leash. No need. She would amble a short distance after the crowd and then lie down. When the people returned along the shoreline, she heaved herself up once more to walk for perhaps a hundred yards before folding elegantly into repose and waiting. Patient and confident. At peace.