Fidgeting while adjusting myself on the train riding back to NJ, I looked up wearily wanting to finally come home from NYC thinking about moving my seat since I was traveling backwards - confirming the inevitable that time was speeding past me, when i glanced up and noticed a beautiful woman with radiant blonde hair pulled tightly around her face intensely absorbed in a laptop computer. Squirming around trying to find a comfortable position I then spotted a curly haired, fairly large gray dog with printed signs discreetly attached to his blue coverall with neatly printed words - Do Not Pet, Emotional Service Dog.
I was fascinated by the sensitive and intimate relationship between them. Seemingly oblivious, the young woman kept working on the laptop while the gray dog snuggled and gently placed his wet, furry snout and shuttered eyes under her arm, adjusting his position like a dance in rhythmic coordination with whatever she was doing; head resting on her lap like a classic children’s book illustration; occasionally rising up to give the owner a reassuring and fervid wet kiss - tongue licking the young woman’s lips and face; the gesture returned in a matter of fact way exhibiting how effortlessly affection can be conveyed.
I got off the train at my stop sensing that there was something so deeply felt in this interconnection which awakened in me an awareness of the power of love - something that I have rarely observed - a profoundly moving connection that was both expressive and passionately elemental.
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