We do not fully understand things until they are slipping away from us. I heard some variation on that in a radio interview yesterday. I’ve already forgotten the author to whom it was attributed. But it slipped back to me in remnants as I did the evening basenji walk and saw a magnificent sunset that I wished I had captured with a real camera instead of smart phone.
California really doesn’t have a winter, just a wet season, and it never gets cold. But the mood shifts ever so slightly.
Animals are certainly grounding forces, bound to us by a certain dependency and independence. Basenjis are an appropriate match for me because of their relative independence. Yet we meet at the edge of spaces, on that plain where things are always slipping away.