October Light

Bright blue sky, hedgerows on the horizon blending summer greens with autumn red, brown, and gold.  Molly leaping and bounding across the field - distant explosive report sounds as some Nimrod bags a duck.  It’s a better day to be afield than it is to be mapping data and permissions on some doomed server.

Lucky me, I get to do both.

Molly really does move about with leaps and bounds.  In the tallest grass she spyhops like a whale checking the horizon.  Running across the pasture she jumps for the sheer joy of it.  At full extension she looks like a circus pony in a rocking gallop.  She looks like a horse on a carousel frozen in perpetual flight.  Then she’ll get serious, official.  She’ll trot briskly with her head up, shepherd ears forward, headed off to investigate some important sound or odor.  If it were something she’d seen rather than sniffed or heard, she would of course be off like a rifle shot, running low and fast, all the inefficiency of those bounding leaps smoothed out in a gait that reminds me that she’s bred to run circles around a herd.