It’s early December and here, there is NO snow. Yet. The “regulars:” the lifelong residents or those of us who have lived here long enough to be considered lifelong residents, are all wondering Where It Is.
The world is stripped of color. Unless you like the pitch black of four in the morning. When you look out of your window and can’t see anything except what’s reflected back at you.
And it’s so early that just one of your dogs jumped at the chance to Get Outside in the Yard. Where the two of you literally danced in the rain. A fast tango.
Back inside, only the cats are insisting that Breakfast Be Served. Just enough dry kibble to take the edge off.
Flipping the buttons on the radio to change the station from jazz to environmental sounds – so that the music switches over to sea gulls crying and the slow, rhythmic slap of waves rolling in fills the kitchen, I try to imagine something else. [gplus count=”true” size=”Medium” ]