SCENE: A small dining room in a small town in the middle of nowhere. The scent of jasmine rice wafts on the warm, spring air
[Miss Brown, tantalized by the smell, settles herself and waits patiently. She knows her turn will come…]
[Eventually…]
[Slingers, though, wait for no one.]
Yes, she was drooling like that over rice. Plain old rice. Something is seriously wrong with my dog, I think.
It’s been raining on and off all day, with low, rumbly thunder. I guess we needed it, because I don’t think it’s rained much recently.
When I was out in the country, I’d check the weather religiously. Things can sneak up on you in the hills, and somehow living in a valley made bad weather seem especially menacing. Since moving back to town, I’ve noticed that I rarely pay attention to the weather beyond noting what it\’s doing right at that moment. And sometimes, even then, I don’t notice what the sky is doing. Living in a brick building makes it difficult to hear the wind and rain. It’s a solid building, which has hugely reduced my storm anxiety.
It’s nice to be able to actually enjoy storms.
red paper boat 