A Short Moment


 

The hound wants out. I use the opportunity to satiate my nicotine fit. It's lightly raining. I hear thunder in the distance and our yard is briefly illuminated by cloud lightning. I'm hoping it rains hard. Wash away street dust. Bring with it the heavenly scent of wet pavement cleansed.

And then I'm back to it all. Break over. Recipes and shopping for the week. I haven't gotten past Friday.