The Gaze that Listens to Silence
Dogs have this way of looking at you that makes you believe they understand more than we'll ever know. These golden eyes, lit by something that seems like ancient knowledge, ask for nothing and yet ask for everything. They look up with a trust that breaks my heart - a trust that you, the human, know the answers, that you'll make the right choices, that you'll be there. The graying face tells stories we'll never hear, of sunny days and cold rains, of waiting and simple hopes. The raised ears - attentive, always attentive - listen to the silence between our words, understand the language we speak without knowing it. I often wonder who truly understands life - us, with all our words and complications, or them, who know how to live in the present, to love unconditionally, to listen to what we don't say?
Carved of the Wind
A noble silhouette, perfectly outlined against the backdrop of a dry field. It is not just a dog, but an embodiment of elegance and speed held in check. Its gaze fixed on the horizon speaks of an ancient instinct and a silent loyalty.