Another memory. A good one. Just a snippet, but it shines in remembrance.

We were driving up North, many years ago, near the top of the state close to the border and the freeway had become highway and then just a road, enough for two lanes but without any lines, just a road, nobody else on it but us, fairly early in the morning with the morning light and there was a cow on the road. Right in the middle, sauntering to the other side. Of course we stopped.

It was her road and she knew it. There was another cow on the right, coming up, ready to cross. They were together, out for a morning walk, a leisurely ramble, and we just happened by.

They were aware of us, but didn’t pay us attention. They were in the freedom of that part of the state that didn’t need fences, were in no hurry, were happy just being alive, smiling, beautiful and glowing with an inner light, and as they crossed, it looked like they were dancing.