Bobbie and the Pause This morning, while walking along the quiet path where the autumn leaves were falling gently around us, Bobbie suddenly stopped mid-step, stood perfectly still with his ears lifted toward the sky, and listened to a silence so deep that it seemed to hold the entire world, and in that moment, I found myself asking both him and the part of me that never stops moving — why do I keep running when the path is wide open and the air is calm? The Pattern of Speed
