That was the question written on his sign as he stood on the side of the road at the exit ramp.
A beautiful spring day when the sky is an endless, cerulean blue with big fluffy, marshmallow clouds. A hug so warm it seeps into your spirit, sometimes a fire that burns your fingers. The sunlight glinting on the lake throwing diamonds in your eyes with every ripple.
Downward dog. Downward facing dog. Observing a 115 pound Great Dane do this truly makes one respect the art form. Large (but not too large) and graceful, this girl puts her big bucket head flat to the ground and gets the full stretch from her harlequin hued hamstrings. This is usually followed by a massive yawn and a groan that makes me laugh out loud. We’re talking about her groans, not mine. Mine aren’t that funny.