Prompt: Aimless Love (Billy Collins)

There are days that sneak up on me when everything from the wren calling outside my window to the little fluffs of dog hair congregating beneath the dining room table brings tears. On those days my tiny world, bathed in an ethereal light, sings the siren song of this one secret thing: life is short; love as much as you can, even when it seems impossible, ridiculous, counterproductive. At the sound of distant mowers suddenly muffling the birdsong, I wake from my reverie and call over to the dog, who lies waiting in a square of sunlight on the rug...