New Month's Eve

To mark the end of May and the beginning of June, I decided to spend the night outdoors, watching the starry sky and listening to the frogs.

 

But anyone who has tried to sleep outside on a beautiful spring evening knows that there are lots of little buzzy critters out there, trying to suck out your stuffing. Today wasn't any different -- the night was full of bugs. Being the wise pooch I am, I knew that building a campfire would scare them away. But the problem with that was that when I was facing the fire, they would bite at my back and when I was facing away from it they would bite at my front. I had to keep spinning around every few seconds, which not only made me dizzy, but it didn't exactly make for a peaceful New Month's meditation.

 

The solution, after a moment's reflection, was simple. I also like to think that the ring of fire represents the circular continuity of time, flowing from one month to the next, leaving me, stranded in its midst with no option but to enjoy its passing.

Done