The Chatterers

I've spent an inordinate amount of time with the Canine Class. It's a marginal existence. It's very physical. Each step counts. Affords me lots of quiet time. Lots of time to think.

I think it's made me less verbal. I mean, I'm not growling or anything, or no more than usual, but hearing myself speak words doesn't bring me any great pleasure. Silence is golden.

My thoughts run free. My words sort of evaporate on my tongue. I've found a sort of distance from the Human Class. I notice their chattering more now. Chattering, speaking words with no weight.

I suppose it's a feature of that class of being.