Is that the sun?
It has been cloudy and rainy and humid and sticky for several days now. Don’t get me wrong, I love a good thunderstorm - but I prefer the kind from childhood, bubbling and boiling up out of the gulf on summer afternoons. This kind spits angrily and grumbles and groans and has fantastic cloud-to-cloud lightning. And by 6 p.m., it’s rolled off, dissipating into the atmosphere, leaving the world cool, refreshed. None of this “just damp enough to create steam”, nor this “a year’s worth of rain in two hours.”
The backyard is a veritable swamp - if you step on the sod you sink down about two feet. There is a muddy disgusting trail where the dogs always seem to walk, and probably won’t see grass growth until next spring.
But right now, inside, it’s quiet and cool, just me and the dogs. Beau is here by my side, sleeping in the light that filters through the small window in my room. He’s curled up with his Bunny (yes, the one with only one eye) and in the other room Sabine is happily chomping away at a Nylabone I gave her.
It’s almost 11 and I’ve only eaten an avocado today. Maybe I should go shower. Just 4 more days until I hop a plane to Alaska until July.
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