Collies of the lane
I live in the country, in the middle of a long lane.
Lots of houses have been built around here now, but for years there was only a large farm at the end of the lane.
For the past 60 years a border collie from the farm walked this lane at night, his last walk of the day.
Now another collie walks the lane every night, a town collie who has never known the farm.
I walk behind watching his white fluffy tail bob up and down in the moonlight.
And I think of all the other collies who have walked the lane
And it feels as if all is just as it should be : )