The dog wasn't ours.
She belonged to another couple that lived in the area, the man
happening to be my son, the woman, his wife, the ones who lost their son three years ago.
so they ran away from that place where their baby never went home to, where the crib
stood empty, the room deadly silent, where there was too much grief to hold.
So, we are here, in this brilliant autumn sunshine, where they are, with their dog,
who is the surrogate for the moment, until a baby arrives, hopefully this year.
It's truly spectacular, and so far away, and I miss this man and this woman.
The yellow leaves of the aspen trees litter the trail, the sky is brilliant blue
we are missing a small baby boy.
He lingers in the air.
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