... Touched

I came upon a man while walking this morning. He was sitting with his two dogs. I stopped to ask about the dogs. He allowed me to approach the dogs. The man and I talked. He is a rancher. From Northern California. His two dogs are herding dogs. Workers. All three of them. I departed. But thoughts of this man remained with me. I returned the same way. The man and his dogs had moved on. From the bench. Not from my thoughts. Rancher...goodbye.