RED THREADS: The dog

The dog watched me from a distance, for a long time. His eyes were kind and direct. He sniffed the air and approached slowly, step by step, determined. I waited for him sitting in the middle of the forest clearing. My dress, dancing in the wind, lifted slightly, making me look like a red flower in the middle of fresh grass. I wasn't afraid. The dog, with his infinitely sensitive nose, recognized my scent from when we met before, in a dream.

To Adam, with all my love.