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I can remember five days ago it was morning and I had just stepped out of the shower. I had gone into the living room and was rummaging around in my suitcase for a shirt when movement caught my eye. I looked up and saw through our glass front door a dog. It looked remarkably like my Aunt's dog (though that would have been impossible since we live states apart), with a burnt golden brown coat, darker muzzle, and curling tail. Suddenly a boy came into view. He was obviously chasing the dog, and he had a hand already on the collar of a chocolate brown lab. The free dog trotted away from the boy and he followed, but not before I got a good look. He might have been a first year in high school- he had a fresh, young looking face. He had light hair that curled in a halo around his head and his clothes looked like noncommital, vacation boy clothes. He was barefoot. It was hard to see anymore in that brief flash that I saw of him as he persued his dog across our lawn. But it only took that one moment for something to stir deep in my chest. Later, after I was dressed, I went outside on the porch and looked up and down our street, thinking I might perchance and see the boy again. He wasn't wearing shoes, I reasoned, and because of that he probably lived nearby. I don't claim that my glimpse of him was love at first sight, for that is foolish. I do not think I believe in love at first sight. (I think people mistake it with attraction at first sight. Except, perhaps the love of a mother when she first sees her newborn child?) But I cannot deny that that morning the mysterious boy and his dogs sparked my interest. Who was he?
I can remember five days ago it was morning and I had just stepped out of the shower. I had gone into the living room and was rummaging around in my suitcase for a shirt when movement caught my eye. I looked up and saw through our glass front door a dog. It looked remarkably like my Aunt's dog (though that would have been impossible since we live states apart), with a burnt golden brown coat, darker muzzle, and curling tail. Suddenly a boy came into view. He was obviously chasing the dog, and he had a hand already on the collar of a chocolate brown lab. The free dog trotted away from the boy and he followed, but not before I got a good look. He might have been a first year in high school- he had a fresh, young looking face. He had light hair that curled in a halo around his head and his clothes looked like noncommital, vacation boy clothes. He was barefoot. It was hard to see anymore in that brief flash that I saw of him as he persued his dog across our lawn. But it only took that one moment for something to stir deep in my chest. Later, after I was dressed, I went outside on the porch and looked up and down our street, thinking I might perchance and see the boy again. He wasn't wearing shoes, I reasoned, and because of that he probably lived nearby. I don't claim that my glimpse of him was love at first sight, for that is foolish. I do not think I believe in love at first sight. (I think people mistake it with attraction at first sight. Except, perhaps the love of a mother when she first sees her newborn child?) But I cannot deny that that morning the mysterious boy and his dogs sparked my interest. Who was he?
