The air is crisp today, and I am light. As light as I have ever been. Pretty soon, the leaves will turn and fall as they’ve done before, and forever. And I will smell the life from the dying foliage as it blends into the earth around me.
In this thin air, I can smell everything and I am joined to it as it runs over and through me. And I am at peace. Because I know I am the scent. And the scent is me.
And if the wind is cold, and if I start to shiver, I will find my bed. And I will tuck into myself. And I will be alert but not scared. And I will wait out the cold.
And I will poop on the hard frozen ground. And leave my mark on what I can. And my bark will echo through the pines, goddammit. And I will never stop barking.
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