 |
 |
 |
 |
| Entrancing World Looking out my open window one misty, dreary day, I saw a man approaching. He seemed to waver in and out of the shadows. I had opened the window so I could smell the refreshing scent of the rain. Through this window, I heard crunching leaves under his feet. A cool breeze brought the melodic timber of this stranger’s voice into my life. The marvelous gentleman was drawn to my door by the yapping of puppies wanting to play. As he rang my doorbell, the sky mystically cleared. The fancy dressed stranger introduced himself as Brant Anthony Carl. Brant had received my name and address as a person who had Dalmatian puppies. I asked Mr. Carl in for a glass of Lapsang Suchong—a vibrant, refreshing tea—while we waited for the dismal air to lift. We could have the puppies explore the outside world with the air that way. As the sunlight warmed the air, we grew to know one another for the first time. Brant Anthony was a lawyer from the Louisiana Bayou. He was told that I had recently has a litter of puppies that had the bloodlines from Divinity Dalmatians, my friend Jon’s kennel. Learning this fact led me to realize that Jon approved of Brant as a potential owner for one of my darlings, as Jon and I were the only ones that knew of the litter’s bloodlines. Brant and let the pup-a-las out to roam the grassy green yard and listened to the sound of birds chirping as if in a dream. ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ I remember this now as I look at my ruby-in-silver wedding ring and watch my husband, Brant Anthony Carl, walk up the drive with Skip—the puppy I sold him a year ago today. © Megan Delia Ratcliff, 1996 |