“We must unlearn the constellations to see the stars” (Jack Gilbert)
Voilà. No fancy entry, just a picture of my forearm after playing fetch with Ja. Because when *I* try to grab his little ball after he brings it back, he tries to stop me, of course, and draws a little “star” each time he nails [literally!] my arm.
I mean, I COULD write how he’s built a constellation and how it’s a map of the beauty he brings to my life (hey, no pain, no gain, right?), and how I’ll forever treasure this picture because I love him to pieces… but I won’t. I will say, though, that it was funny how this lady looked at me at the eyeglass store when she saw my arm and asked me if I practice cutting. “Um, no”.
::::insert said lady’s look again, saying, in a Matthew McConaughey tone, “…riiiiight…”::::