In the perpetual constant wandering of late the road was a hypnotic ribbon and the cat sat quietly looking out the window and the shine caught her eye and my head did swivel in a opportunistic direction which afforded the view of a family of javelinas traveling at a great gallop across a ragged flowered canyon and they as one looked back at us, a woman approaching middle years with a heavy steel heart and it was as if they said, you! are but a wound....soon to fade to scar.