Rumi.....not the poet

This morning my girlfriend and I walked down to a different part of the beach......a part I had not visited in a long time.
The walk took us past the swamp...another place I had not seen for a long time...it was so overgrown it was hard to make out the morning ablutions of the fat little ducks that live there (no purple swamp hens in sight).

I had forgotten how lovely it is down on this part of the beach.........hardly a person in sight.....I became aware that it is a rather rare to have a whole beach to oneself and how one can easily drift off into stories of being castaways on some tropical island....the water just danced and sparkled....the waves broke very sweetly.

Rumi was so happy he could hardly contain himself and...in fact I had never seen him jump so high (extra)....a veritable flying dog. His joy was contagious ....it's just so fabulous to live with a pudgy happy dog these days.

“That which God said to the rose, and caused it to laugh in full-blown beauty, He said to my heart, and made it a hundred times more beautiful.”

- Rumi (not the dog)