Thunder, lightning, pouring rain–not Nemo’s kind of weather, although I like it. My furry buddy likes smooth jazz. With smooth jazz playing and wearing his thunder shirt, he calmed down. I can only imagine what a storm seems like to him. He doesn’t understand it, just reacts to hearing the loud but unseen noise of thunder. I wonder if he feels electricity in the air, or hears or feels something else that humans aren’t aware of.
This is a perfect day for me to write more on Murder by Moonlight. True to form, a storm has hit Ednalee. This, however, is not a thunderstorm, but a snowstorm. There’s also a storm going on in the lives of some of the good citizens. But, who? And, why?
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