I can’t stand my own company in the quiet house so Zeke gets a late dusk walk. I figure I’ll at least change the air in my lungs for a bit, if not the company.
As I walk away from my house, the sounds get quieter (blasted highway can be particularly loud when the air is as dense as it is tonight) and all I hear are my footsteps, Zeke’s panting (as if it’s 35ºC and not the 19ºC it really is ~ which proves just how humid it is!) and the occasional birdsong (the rain song, Mick used to call it). I’m not sure I would call it the rain song as it comes in spurts, as if even the birds can’t decide if the predicted thunderstorms are coming or not! If they do, it will be once I’m snug as a bug in my bed!
I breathe in…
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