As we entered the clearing, Blue stopped, looked up and barked. My gaze followed suit just as a squirrel leapt from atop a telephone pole out into the void. His move was instinctual a short-cut from point A to point B. His path was open and clear with just the distant promise of
inviting tree branches almost ten feet away. It was in his nature to take such
leaps, to travel with abandon whether
from one yielding limb to another or from stable perch into possibility.
I stood there for that split second awed by his daring, his absolute lack of reserve. Then I saw gravity reach up twenty feet, snatch him in mid-air and cast him to the ground. His response, however, was even more inspiring. Post-belly-flop he
bounced instantly to his feet, bounded the rest of the distance to his intended tree and scurried back up into its leafy heights. Unfazed and unencumbered by ego, his drive never waned in the pursuit of his goal. All that for an acorn. Blue pulled on the leash, ah, yes, once more unto the breach, dear friend.