The stern person with the cracked face. That stiff jaw jutting outward. Through the eyes we can see no clear thoughts. A heavy resentment that their world did not treat them better. Impossible to change thee. Only to see it, take it in. It’s us. All of us. Not constant. Yet us.
The three legged dog. run’n, jump’n and with an incredible case of the wiggles. This dog does not ask for pity. This dog looks up to us. Wants to know what’s next. Head tilted it says. Where should we go, what should we do? Why are we waiting?