She is sleeping. Peacefully, quietly, human-like.
Tired, I reckon, after having gone for a four-hour hike all day in the rain. Not just any rain, Canada northwest-coast rain that broke records. Figured after a long, dry summer without, the sky came back with a revenge the past couple of weeks. My pristine, light-coloured couch, acquired before all this rain and Macy were ever paired together in my life, suddenly in danger.
Breathing, turning.
She is always sleeping by the time I get home, reminding me how to enjoy the little things in life, speak out when there is uncertainty, eat when it is time, walk around endlessly until you find that perfect spot to settle yourself down.
Tired, I reckon, after having gone for a four-hour hike all day in the rain. Not just any rain, Canada northwest-coast rain that broke records. Figured after a long, dry summer without, the sky came back with a revenge the past couple of weeks. My pristine, light-coloured couch, acquired before all this rain and Macy were ever paired together in my life, suddenly in danger.
Breathing, turning.
She is always sleeping by the time I get home, reminding me how to enjoy the little things in life, speak out when there is uncertainty, eat when it is time, walk around endlessly until you find that perfect spot to settle yourself down.
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