This last day of November dawns cloudy and rainy. Brown leaves lie on a soggy ground. A wind stirs damp tree limbs. It’s still dark this morning, but Christmas lights dot the darkness here and there.
Nemo has been out and is now in, rather wet, but he doesn’t mind the rain as long as there’s no thunder and lightning. I believe that a dog feels the changes in the atmosphere–maybe in his paws as they touch the ground, or maybe there’s a different scent in the air.
This is a most excellent day for contemplation. It’s also great for settling into your favorite chair with a cup of coffee at hand, and reading a spine-tingling cozy mystery.
Buster can’t stand getting his paws wet! He doesn’t like a lot of wind either and neither do I. We got a nice walk in this morning, but then the wind picked up and he didn’t even want to stay in the yard, his favorite place.
Well, I don’t like getting my feet wet, either. And, I don’t like the wind, especially a cold winter wind.