|This morning I woke up to heartbreaking news. |
One of my cousins in Brazil had passed away.
He was only 40 years old.
In that state of dormancy, I decided to walk my dogs because it is a moment that brings me joy. My husband came to support me.
We were on our way back when we passed a man who appeared to be meditating.
He opened his eyes, smiled and said only two words: happy dogs.
For some reason, and perhaps for the good vibe of that gentleman,
my heart felt warm.
When we reached the end of the road, I saw a bike and slippers and concluded that they were his. I grabbed the only 'word rock' that was in the car and left in his slipper as a way of gratitude. Thank you, sir.