he knows my patterns, and often turns the way i'm thinking. when we get to the place i sang before, he looks up at me and starts trotting and i sing.

 he likes the sound of my voice, its soothing nonsense. he knows what i mean.

with time you start to notice the same things, to be curious in tandem. and anticipate each other with pleasure.

 you start to grow more aware, more alike.

 gradually you inhabit the same sense of life, somewhat heavy, like sap, sometimes bright and flowing, sometimes a sun sigh on a winter day.