Tri…tric…trickling down were the tears of something incomprehensible. Something he couldn’t get a head of. Though ubiquitous, their ‘love’, thrived on; ubiquity of certainty and the real love in all it’s sincere grandeur, was lost in the traffic.
Matt, couldn’t help but feel tears on his face. Or were they, tears? He couldn’t help or understand if it was his.
Realization hit home. Toto, the dog, was quite the drooler! 😉