You walk desultorily in the dusk of a bleak wintry evening, along the back lane of your house, skirting the park. A chilly breeze makes you draw yourself together, your mind as listless as the paling sky. And suddenly from nowhere she comes, wagging herself double in delight, the stray pup you nurtured ,showering you with love and devotion for she has found you! As she probably does every now and then in unexpected nooks and corners. And the world seems a brighter place; the winter's cold lifts off your warming heart, leaving you touched with the glow of hope.

Tags: Philosophy, Walk, Hope, Winter, Dog

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