Walking down to the bus stop this morning with the boy and the dog, we were bathed in the red warning light at dawn before the weather turns for the day.Off on the bus goes the boy, and ’round the loop I go, briskly, but not brusquely, even though this little dog asserted itself all over us.
I informed the neighbour who’s little dog yapped up my big dog that I’m a cool weather crop.
He looked at me like he hadn’t had enough coffee to parse my morning poetic statement.
By the time we made it ’round the loop, the sky was all lemons and bruises, and it was definitely time for coffee.
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