it’s a dreary, cool rain falling outside.
i love this weather.
when i open the back door every fifteen minutes for a bewildered lab, whom i know is going to have to venture into the wet soon before she explodes, the raw breath of earth swirls inside.
ah, the thick, heavy scent is a narcotic of sorts.
i forget about everything for a moment.
then i am reminded that sometimes it is better to be a humbled human than a puzzled, constipated dog.