|Collage by Kelly Walker|
I try not to hurry the beagle while he sniffs the ground. I know that he’s busy reading. Like me, he requires new data to stimulate his thinking. If impatient, I watch the steadiness of the bright, slanting sunlight that spills across the lawn, a picture scored by birdsong.
Back at home, George Hilton Beagle falls into a deep sleep, processing all he has learned.