A few buildings down from my apartment building is a Buddhist temple, and somewhere around there lives a pure white dog who's at least part husky, and is one of the coolest dogs I've ever seen. He doesn't bark, he just kinda prowls around the block now and again, keeping an eye on things. He's got a collar, but I'm pretty sure he's wild. I've tried to call him many times, but he doesn't respond; he does what he wants. Sometimes late at night, when everything is quiet, I've seen him leading a small pack of dogs around, a noble shepherd of the lesser creatures.
(from two weeks ago Sunday)
Last night I slept with my window open, the light of the full moon shining in all night, and woke to the sound of a gentle rain on the tin roofs below me. I slept late, perfectly content to lay there in the dim light of a dense fog with a cool breeze rolling over my head and arms. Eventually, I rolled out of bed and got myself a cup of tea to sip on as I listened to a little smooth jazz and watched the ships in the harbor, steaming through the shadowy water. Do mornings get better than this? I dare not dream such dreams.
Now Listening To:
"Loving Cup"
-The Rolling Stones
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