“One’s destination is never a place, but a new way of seeing things.” -Henry Miller
This morning I went for a run with a wonderful hound dog named Boo. Her floppy ears, gravity-challenged jowels, and dopey, dew drop eyes make her insanely adorable. As much as I love Boo, I became increasingly frustrated with her during the course of our run. She usually strides along quite well, keeping pace with me like a sidecar on a motorcycle. Every so often, though, Boo lunges toward the trees with such force that she catapults me off my feet like a human slingshot.