There was ice coating the grass this morning when I took the dog to the park. It crunched beneath our feet on this first day of Spring. Neo took awkward high steps for a few minutes, until his feet got used to the sensation. He did his usual tree to tree, sniff and pee thing around to the other side of the park. Then he did his usual squat and poop thing, while I looked delicately away, pretending to admire the mountain view.
Straightening up from his steaming pile, he bounded away with a lolloping romp, a definitive change from his previous desultory trot. Clearly he had divested himself of all burdens and was thoroughly happy. Life was absolutely, wildly wonderful. He cavorted around me as if to say, "Wow! It's morning! Yahoo! We're at the park! I feel great!"
As I picked up said pile to transport it dutifully to the trash can, I thought, "Wouldn't it be nice if we could all do this?" I don't mean this. I mean, wouldn't it be nice if dumping our burdens were as easy for us as it is for Neo? If we could just let go of all the crap (sic) that we carry around with us, and leave it in a steaming pile on the frosty ground? Then we too could run and leap with happy abandon, free to run the whole breadth and width of the field.