Felix loves the reservoir in Sawyers Bay. He gets wet, finds pine cones,
sniffs duck shit, races up and down the bank between us.
sniffs duck shit, races up and down the bank between us.
This second pic is slightly blurry but I don't think it matters.
I keep laughing at how far off the ground he is in that last photo and the absolute
ecstasy on his furry little face. That expression encapsulates everything we lose
when we get all fucked up and adult and fat and sedentary and miserable.
How much addiction and dysfunction do we generate looking for this feeling,
even if we're not entirely aware that's what we're doing?
Be like unto the Felix and remember the pleasures that await us inside our own skin.
ecstasy on his furry little face. That expression encapsulates everything we lose
when we get all fucked up and adult and fat and sedentary and miserable.
How much addiction and dysfunction do we generate looking for this feeling,
even if we're not entirely aware that's what we're doing?
Be like unto the Felix and remember the pleasures that await us inside our own skin.
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