stinky but loveable dog, prickly but snuggling kittenkaboodle, a pond covered in pollen scum but with rainbow trout swimming and swinging-over-the-pond-potential, finally sinking into the Gunnison groove, slowly, like a shoe gradually taking in water, slowly my feet start to go barefoot and I realize I can close my eyes and still find my way even though i'll never barely remember the names of streets around here, time moves a little differently and like an ipod playing music when you're running, sometimes it would be nice if there was a dial on the gadget so that you could speed up or slow down your soul to get in sync with the grooves that move