a new love enters my life
i’m not sure how it happened, but this week i sat down next to a woman with a dog and i said, what a beautiful dog, and the woman said - i’m looking after her; she needs a new home. and i said, oh, but i’m looking for a dog. and she was kind enough to let me take care of her for a few days, and see how we get along, and if i wanted to keep her. so yesterday i took her for a long walk, then another, then another, then another, and it was as though, through the sheer fact of being tied to her, i existed differently through the city. we existed. like kite and anchor. am I her anchor, or is she my anchor? i think, both - there is a sense of security that i feel with her, and her with me - as if being together allowed us a sort of freedom in the world; a freedom that comes with attachment; a freedom that comes with being loved — this feeling is unfamiliar to me. and because of her, my relationship with this dirty chaotic place is transforming into something entirely different. yesterday was only day 1.