Tag: <span>Rain</span>
The hanging laundry and the clouds.
A new dog follows me everywhere
he lies under the table
when there is lightning and thunder
he clings on and no one can get him away from here.
How big do the consequences have to be to speak of risk? Is it a matter of life and death or just my material security? Is it about the possibility of landing on my behind? Is something risky if it’s just stupid?
I am not in the best of moods, to be honest, I am upset, grumpy, and sad, a bit confused as well. I don’t like to feel that way, it’s not how I normally am. I still laugh and I joke around, but it’s half-heartedly at the moment and that’s alright.
With all the rain, mosquitoes are sure to follow. They love me, they would suck me dry if they could, but not this year. This year I am building the ultimate mosquito trap.