This morning I walked to the lakefront and stood on the beach, watching as the sun bathed everything in it's big, bold all-enveloping light. The suns rays lit up the water and sparkled off the waves.
I watched as a "bird-dog" ran across the beach and chased after seagulls floating in the water. The gulls took flight and circled above the dog. The dog ran into the water and floated with his head poking out of the waves.
The seagulls kind of squawked and twittered at the dog. That dog had no chance of catching a seagull, it was kind of comical to see him even try, but try he did, over and over; he danced in the waves and then came back onto the beach and ran like his tail was on fire. He was a little being possessed with a desire to commune with one of those floating, swooping, diving feathered creatures.
There was no communion for that dog this morning. Just the unquenched desire...
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