Tuesday, August 27, 2019

Rusty And The Dawn

It was after a night off  that I woke up near 5:30 and we left the house immediately. 
 Dawn was creeping up the sky as I finished the twenty minute drive to my spot in the mangroves.
 We were so alone on the road there were no birds even, probably beaten down by the heat.
So I turned to still life to amuse myself while Himself rooted around .
 It was so hot humid and still the puddles of rainwater and high tide looked like the cliche mirror.
 I enjoyed looking at the world upside down.

 And at least one splash of color:
 Most of this is reflection:
 Then there was Rusty, a  mysterious shadow in the dark at the side of the road.
 He was hot too.

 A dark shade slipping along silently.

 The sun started to appear. 
 He was done and trotted round the corner to the car, ahead of me:

He stays at my side pacing me, helping me get back the use of my legs, testing me and encouraging me to keep walking, putting one stiff leg in front of the other. Then he stops and sits and looks back at me to get me going again. Just him and me in the silence of the early morning.

He forces me to walk and after all those weeks in bed unable to move its only by dint of his persuasion and encouragement constantly at my side that I've got my legs back. That and even more time in the gym later in the day.