Heavy clouds cover the world in atmospheric wool. Rain slashes cold and relentless. “Doggies in the Storm,” a new song the Doors never released now slithers through my imagination to the march of dog paws. Paws up, paws down, paws pounding on tippy-toenails never touching the saturated ground. Not a sound except the repeating refrain, “Doggies in the Storm.” Over and over. A soma-calming chant. Fixing breakfast to the song; walking morning trails where crows caa along; doing this, doing that, tasking responsibilities; daily life stalls for no storm; a get through/go through the storm song. Determined. Unremitting. Withstand.
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