Last night my little chihuahua was getting really excited and running around the yard every time I let him out. He was so distracted that he wasn't getting his business done and kept asking to go back out, over and over.
He's only 4 months old and sometimes still needs me to go out with him and keep him focused on the job at hand.
Finally I stepped out into the cold, clear night and realized what was going on.
I live about 3 miles from a gun range. I rarely hear anything at all from this range.
But last night there was a clear and constant barrage of bullets that although not loud was certainly noticeable.
I often get a heart swell when I hear that sound. It reminds me of what so many have fought for and died for. Just like my little dog, there is not any real fear but a kind of emotional excitement that fills me inside.
I went out with the dog and stood in the cold and listened for a long time.
The sound of freedom is beautiful indeed.