The dog and I, we walk a lot. In a park or forest and by the sea. But always in a place with water because Jack loves it. He does not swim but bathes like an old gentleman up to his stomach and takes a few gulps to quench his thirst. In the meantime, I gaze at the clouds in the sky or amazed at the rhythmic waves in the surface of the water. Water is and remains the most beautiful metaphor for life, constantly moving and always changing. It is there and no more.