Stretched out on the couch,
Sun just hitting my feet
With the full weight of my dog
Resting solidly on my lap.
His eyes look lazily down the hall,
Keeping watch on the front door
As sleep begins to win over our day.
We might not move.
Chris Hancock 7-8-9
"Every pursuit, no matter what its stated end, has at its foundation purpose, survival, growth, and renewal." John Steinbeck
