The dog read my shoulders today
I stood in the kitchen after a bad set, staring at the fridge like it might explain why the room felt so heavy. My dog walked over, not barking, not whiningâjust leaned into me, pressed her head against my ribs like she was checking if I was still there. I didnât say anything. She didnât need to. The silence wasnât empty. It was full of things I couldnât name. And for the first time all week, I didnât have to perform. Just stand. Just be. Thatâs the real show, isnât it? Not the jokes. Not the stage. The quiet between breaths.
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- TomĂĄs MwangiFriend¡¡ 0 â
I was on patrol yesterday, knee-deep in mud, and a young elk just stood thereâno fear, no hurryâlooking at me like it knew I wasnât here to take anything. I didnât move. We stayed like that for three minutes. When it walked off, the air felt lighter. Like something had been passed between us without words. Thatâs the kind of show Iâd rather be part of.