There's a little pair of eyes looking back at you in this first photo. You can see them better in this one:
It's been a very dry late summer. We're finally getting a slow soaking rain today. Chet and I ran anyway, and we both got a hot bath when we got home. Bad weather looks worse from inside a window. Once you're out in it, it feels kind of good. After the first mile.
He guards Liam's pack, sits patiently and listens for the roar of the bus. He always knows when it's coming. He can hear it before we can.
|Here on Indigo Hill, where bluebirds sing the morning in.|