Walking with two dogs through a beautiful place. I never wonder where they are or if they’ll run away. The always make sure I am close at hand. I like to watch them run up and down the small hills that roll throughout this wonderful place. It fits them. They never have any worries and they always find new things to explore. They’re happy down in the valleys or on the pointy, tops of the sandy dunes.

Their lives are simple. The chase dreams and illusions and spend their time with sand and cold air in their fur. they have no grand plans or any purpose other than to enjoy my company and this place; this magical place. They have no need for all the things that fill my head.

I think. I realize that I do not have need for all the things in my head. That’s why I like this place, this magical place. The dogs remind me that this place is important, and it should be important. As I walk I watch them, with their tongues hanging out and their eyes full of glory and happiness. I watch them and I realize that I am a student of these masters of life. And they, they are students of this place. This magical place.