Hearing the dogs making their own special noises, Pat knew they were chasing some animal they did not want to catch, just the fun of the chase, the twisting, curling, sometimes twirling, of her dogs as they chased, their antics, was enough to make Pat want to get up to watch them, even as many times as she already had.
Pat shared the love of the environment, with her two dogs, the three of them would walk, for hours, simply exploring anew, the wonderful place Pat called home.
To awaken here, watch Nature awaken her creatures, the night lighten, the sounds change, the air...a different quality, this morning air, unique, unused perhaps, even different each day...or was it she, who was different each day...seeing, hearing, tasting, Feeling, the uniqueness of each day, simply Wonderful!
And then, of course, Reality rears it's ugly head, as it must, as payment for this Natural Beauty, one must work.
Working is really enjoyable for Pat, working with, helping, doing for, those unable to perform the simple tasks, now that their bones have become fragile, muscles weak, senses dim, Pat feels as if she is truly of Purpose, so work is not a burden.
Of course, those she must work with (she thinks of them as Textiles: those who are so concerned with the Profit, the Work Flow, the Program, Textile things), do not See, do not understand, the Natural events taking place here.
Yes, they know the Science of it, but are blind to the Nature of it.
That is why Pat must be in the morning mist, as it rises from the land,
witness the awakening of the small things, living on the land, the good land, wholesome, life-giving,
the Natural interweaving of the land, earth, air, fire, water, each in it's own place, each having it's own function, in the Nature of Things.
As the air warms, Pat lets slip her jacket, she will pick it up as she returns to the house, without thinking, she unbuttons her shirt, pulls it out of her pants, removes it, and let it fall to the side, the air is warm, it caresses her arms, the morning sun, warms her skin, she kicks off her shoes, to remove her pants, decides to remove her socks, rather than put her shoes back on, continues on her meander, the dogs making side trails, inspections of their domain, always returning, reacquainting their bond with Pat, they all continue their outing.
The sun warms Pat enough so she removes her pullover, no bra needed here, her body is firm, and moves elegantly in this land of awakening, such a magic time, in this magic place, Pat decides to become totally Natural, and removes her panties, now totally nude, she allows herself to be drawn into one of the dog's games, they run, chasing one another, each in turn becoming the pursued, all three having regressed to the purely Natural setting, time is suspended, finally, the two dogs are off on one of their fast-paced side trips, pat is left alone, beside the stream, in the sun, the wonderful, warming, sun, Pat selects some green moss to sit on, sips some cool water, wonders how many humans ever get to witness such magic, much less to live in it's midst.
