Imagine seeing this hot mess of a duo out walking around your neighborhood dog park. Would you stop and take a picture, run away screaming in terror, or fall to the ground laughing at how that poor little dog on the leash isn’t nearly as well groomed as the furry freak walking him?
I touch your hand O child of God, with nothing but blessings, as the day goes by, the suns a setting as it falls away. It matters to me not as I’m here to pray. For you and all our friends, that golden hue and beautiful glow, night time is upon us as time now is slow… heavy traffic, people and noise just to get home, a very quick little sermon Sir…. And then I’ll let you go….