It is pouring outside. Gentle and constant. A cold breeze pushes by me. Tapping, louder and irregular. The air is at once fresh. My face feels cool.
The rain washes away the past. The bombs bursting in air. I want to celebrate by hugging. By creating a loving space. By ensuring the future is a peaceful one. The rain loudens. Is that even a word? It is now.
One dog is asleep on her side. The other looks like a Honda with her nose to the ground and her hind quarters up. Aerodynamic. She scours the floor. Wondering who was there before.
The rain is full force now. It will probably be short lived. The sliders are open. The sleeping dog isn't anymore. She thinks she may miss some activity. Ears are open. I think she is watching the television. The sound is off.
The washing machine is spinning at the first quarter of its hour long presentation. How can an hour long wash be energy efficient? Thirty minutes is about right. I'll do two loads today. The next up is the sheets. I'll be vacating on Tuesday so I am in the final leg of readiness.
I am in a hurry to go to my unfurnished abode. Not even a bed. The dogs have a bed, and all the food they need. Dishes, too. I have none of the above. The bed will arrive within three weeks.
My daughter is happy. Seeing her at my porch last night felt strange and familiar. It is good to be home. Wherever I am.
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