wow, this morning at the midpoint of spider bridge the girl who dances with trees stopped for mister and the first time ever spoke, he's so sweet. we were just talking with a girl we always see on her bike, so mister and me were smiled upon on either side in the center of the bridge, with the roaring metal wind beneath, and a wide open cirrus-traced blue sky. 
often we have meetings by chance in the center of spider bridge. always good, almost. the girl who rides said she was telling her husband about this nice gentleman and dog she met on the bridge, and i thought, hey, you mister! and me! she talked about dog people and we agreed, it's another society, that's in this society. it's a dog society, where it's about the dog, and people agree. as we said goodbye and crossed to the other side i thought, how good it feels to agree.