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  • Gray days are my favorite soul-searching days. All of nature seems bent on forcing thoughts inward, as if seeking shelter from the sharp winds. Boi and I walked along the river. I was outwardly quiet. He was enthusiastically sniffing at goose shit and testing the elasticity of his chain leash.

    "I wish I could be more like you," I observed. Boi obligingly stepped to the side and made room at the pile of green noodles left behind by a Canada goose. "Thanks," I smiled, "but that's not what I meant." My dog shrugged and tugged me off the path toward the slope that led down to the water.

    "See?" I said, trying to pull him back onto the paved walkway. "You follow your nose. You're willing to abandon the safe and well-trod for the adventure of discovery." I shortened the leash and gave a quick command of "heel." We walked a while more.

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