i think about how different life can be. i was saying to julia how different her life was from mine, traveling all those places, how circumscribed is mine, and how different again is the life of a dog, no blog, no travel plan, just waiting to get outside and see everything, to smell and be smelled, to greet strangers and win their hearts, to add and add the things they love to life, and always have room for more. dogs of circumscribed terrain and infinite space. i think about johnny, always ready to sail the seas, and of the fluid style he brings to walking on land. i think that every different life i note becomes part of my life, and my circumference is wide indeed.