A hot summer day’s afternoon humidity has just broken into rain. I love the smell of rain on hot asphalt. There is something lazy and immediate about it.
I am getting stronger. I don’t know why. Maybe the physical work I’ve been doing around the house, around the office, and at my mother’s house. Clip the bushes, rake the clippings, paint the bathroom, power wash the front steps…so many things needing elbow grease. Mine. My muscles, bones and joints are beginning to enjoy the demands I am placing on them.
I’ve been dreaming again…dreaming of the future, of success, of fulfillment, of doing more of what I want to, and much, much less of the things I don’t. I’ve been thinking that someday soon it will be time for a new puppy around the house, but first I would like to go to Europe for a couple of weeks.
Willi died some 8 weeks ago. The other night I dreamt that he was licking my nose and howling at me, just as he used to do after having been left alone at home for a few hours…I swear that dog could tell time. I miss him more than I can even begin to say.
Death is surreal…life is even more so.
And so, a new day is in the middle of things.
