Just Kristin

It is no longer rain­ing as though each drop were being thrown, and instead the sun is try­ing to burn thru, its golden fire warm­ing the dusk-and-rain-cloud bruise of a sky. The dogs remain indoors, despite the lull, their ears only low­ered to half-mast, none of them able to com­pletely relax. The sky is split­ting fur­ther toward the Pacific, and the gold is bright­en­ing to orange and pink; we have gone from storm sky to fire sky. No won­der the dogs are rest­less. I, on the other hand, have been relaxed and happy all day, despite my stom­ach being bro­ken. I think I have the oppo­site of SADD.