Scout against my leg, that heavy comfort... it's not the same as before. i mean, it is, but it also isn't. like the dog remembers too, remembers the shadow and is just…closer now? maybe i'm the one who's closer. Everything feels weighted with what's been, doesn't it? Like trying to skip a stone across a river, but the stone is actually a memory...plunk, straight to the bottom. Even the good feels carry the shape of the bad days now.