I guess there are some positive things that come out of a drought (more on the drought later). I never miss a walk because of rain or mud. Because of the drought, nearly every morning is clear allowing me to see all the stars, planets and the moon whenever. I suppose it would be wrong to say your glass is half full when referring to a drought.
Clear sky's afford me a daily pleasure. I walk with my friends Venus and Jupiter in the east. I look up and there they are right above the horizon. They provide some sort of comfort. On the rare occasions when they are not visible, I get a little out of sorts. It seems the older I get the more I need routines and patterns.
On a perfect morning, the eastern horizon display all the reds, oranges and yellows, the sky in the east turns a deep blue and my friend the planets are still brightly visible against the blue. I look to the west and a full moon shines in a clear black sky. That view is better than three fingers of bourbon and a fine cigar. That view is better than...no not really.
Post script:
It appears in a recent post I referred to Caring Kim as Checking Kim. Let me assure everyone, especially CK, that the reference was a mindless error that will not be repeated. And while I'm on the topic, I will never refer to Larry the Communicator as Carhartt Larry or Massage Ming.
Clear sky's afford me a daily pleasure. I walk with my friends Venus and Jupiter in the east. I look up and there they are right above the horizon. They provide some sort of comfort. On the rare occasions when they are not visible, I get a little out of sorts. It seems the older I get the more I need routines and patterns.
On a perfect morning, the eastern horizon display all the reds, oranges and yellows, the sky in the east turns a deep blue and my friend the planets are still brightly visible against the blue. I look to the west and a full moon shines in a clear black sky. That view is better than three fingers of bourbon and a fine cigar. That view is better than...no not really.
Post script:
It appears in a recent post I referred to Caring Kim as Checking Kim. Let me assure everyone, especially CK, that the reference was a mindless error that will not be repeated. And while I'm on the topic, I will never refer to Larry the Communicator as Carhartt Larry or Massage Ming.
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