Clouds, Toads and Dogs

A white cloud drifts by, barely clearing the tree tops. It is night. The overcast sky is dark. The low-flying cloud glows in the light of the distant city lights.

Does the dog notice this? He does not.

A big toad hops by, barely visible against the puddles on the ground. It is night. The ground is dark. The evening rain has drawn toads out from their hiding places.

Does he notice them? He does not.

Of course not. Dogs don't see clouds, and dogs don't see toads. They reside in parallel universes: clouds, dogs and toads. They drift, hop, and sniff across each others' paths with nary a notice.

It is only I, who stands at the intersection of these worlds.

I stand here in the dark, in the cool air after the rain. I stand here with a foot in each universe and watch the cloud, the toads, and the dog.

And then we go home.

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