This afternoon my walk with Mick, my big black doberman, is decorated by the sunshine lighting up the whiteness of the schooner clouds. The winds are pushing them across the great blue prairie of the sky, like covered wagons.
Then the darkness races in from nowhere, and Mick and I are shaded by dark canopies that cover all the blue and dump the rains and icy pellets hard upon us.
Mick races for the house, like the thoroughbred he is, but I walk at a slower pace, like a lady of the age I am...
I'm clad against the elements by LL Bean; and Mick, poor Mick, is not so lucky.
(Posted 10-25, 2013 by R.A.T.--Rose About Town. As always, you can register your commentary with her at firstname.lastname@example.org)