This is important to remember. Love isn't like pie.

You don't need to divide it among all your friends

and loved ones. No matter how much love you give, you can always give more. It doesn't run out, so
don't try to hold back giving it as if it may one day run out. Give it freely and as much as you want.

Trees. It was something about the trees. The way they swayed with the wind in unison. The way they
shaded the area around them. The sounds of their leaves in the wind and the creaks from the
branches as they sway, The trees were making a statement that I just couldn't understand.

What if dogs were racist? Would they care about fur color….. “son, only play with other tan dogs”?
Or maybe it would depend on breed, “honey, only play with other German Shepards, never
poodles”. Better yet it could depend on occupation. “I’m a sled dog while you’re only a running
companion, leave me alone”. Maybe the neighborhood they live in could be the way they choose
which dogs to associate with and which to shun? Size could be the determining factor, “see how tall
that dog is, they are probably dumb”. Luckily dogs don’t discriminate. Just watch at a dog park. Big
black and white dogs wag their tails and play with tiny tan dogs. A service dog chases after the same
ball as the off-duty police dog. So if dogs don’t discriminate then why do we?

Sometimes it just doesn't make sense. The man walking down the street in a banana suit. The llama
standing in the middle of the road. The fairies dancing in front of the car window. The fact that all of
this was actually happening and wasn't a dream.

Waiting and watching. It was all she had done for the past weeks. When you’re locked in a room
with nothing but food and drink, that’s about all you can do anyway. She watched as birds flew past
the window bolted shut. She couldn’t reach it if she wanted too, with that hole in the floor. She
thought she could escape through it but three stories is a bit far down.