It's 90°. 12 noon.
I'm out in the hot sun with Dante.
Ewww. Yuck.
I would take a freezing
cold rainy winter day anytime.
And then, I look up at the
remarkable towering clouds.
As I see a not too big
bird go by, and realize yes, it's a young bald eagle, or a small one, with
their white tail and their glistening white head.
And then I'm like, ‘Well,
all right.’
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