He walked out onto the screened porch, wondering why he had never smoked.
The moon hidden behind a low humid winter dark sky
His dog ran out the screen door, trailing the smell of some animal that had been in the yard
"Is the mind a simple thing to understand?" he asked out loud to god and to himself..
He waited for an answer but none came. His dog came back wanting in.
"Do we really get to choose with all the baggage we carry that affects our decisions?"
A truck went by on the wet highway, tires singing their lovely tune.
"Simple must mean normal, and normal means following the rules of the day." he mused to his dog
The dog looked at him and wondered if his master was ok, wishing he could use his master's primitive language to speak..
The wind kicked up and his cell phone buzzed, a text message... 'Hey dad, can I borrow your Lucchese boots?"
He typed back, "Yea, but please don't get them muddy or wet."
He wondered why God is so silent and hidden, and then he said, "Hey God, why are you so silent and hidden?"
His son texted back..'I will treat them with care."
He sat down in the swing and took a sip of his drink..
His dog jumped up in the swing lying next to him, wishing he could explain what "simple" means..
wkm
Oxford
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