Idle speed
Roscoe I said, load up. I didn’t really need to tell him. He watches and knows the cues. Cameras in hand, keys off the refrigerator jingling. He’s already at the door waiting. I don’t know what his excitement is, the smells, the scraps, the territory to mark. We arrive and after the preliminary scouting out, settles for the patient looking up as the photographer waits idly by.
I suppose like me, just being idle is enough.
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