“Dung delivery!” He yells familiarly from the open window of his truck, honking his horn in greeting as he pulls up to her property. The bed is full of industrial sized sacks of sheep shit, home grown fertilizer, which he always has the pleasure of delivering to Ariel personally every few months when his comport bins turned over. He puts it in park when he gets in close enough enough, and get out. “Come on, green bean. Where’s your wheelbarrow? I have hungry sheep to feed, let’s unload this stuff.” 

“What are you doing here?”

"Sometimes I dunno what sets me off... one second I’m smiling and watching her do something new and wonderful and the next it feels like I have rocks in my belly and I’m sobbing... but I don’t know why. She’s beautiful, she’s perfect, she’s so perfect...” he swallows hard and sips his coffee, feeling self conscious about rambling. Despite years of therapeutic situations he’d always felt so undeserving of a listening ear.