“It’s a matter of patience: there is light…”
“I believe you, but it seems so far away, almost beyond the horizon.”
“Have faith. I am here, I will guide you.”
There is a pause. Outside the rain stops. He can only hear her calm breathing, sense her scent, a presence that for him spells peace, love, infinite patience.
“We will go out now,” she says at last.
She takes his leash, push him gently through the doorway.
Outside he blinks, shakes his shoulders, then follows her, as he always does, all the time admiring the lightness of her strides, the elegance of her silhouette.