Sometimes you can feel the world shift. A slight change that is heavy and thick, like the molasses in a ginger snap recipe.
That’s a stupid metaphor. Let’s start again.
I was out with Buster last night when I looked up and saw a pretty spectacular cloud formation. Certainly not the best I’d ever seen, but the kind that makes you take note because shit’s about to go down. Or you realize how small you are in the universe and that Mother Nature is a force not to be reckoned with. Maybe it’s the head cold talking or the forecasters predicting doomsday again, but I’m not loving the snow and frigid temps we’ve had in New Jersey lately. It makes me want to stay in and hibernate with Buster underneath my new heated blanket (thanks, Bryan’s mom!).
In related news, I learned a new term this week. Apparently a “bomb cyclone” isn’t a term invented by stoners at the Weather Center. Or is it? Discuss.
Cold weather is conducive for a lot of things though. Deep thinks. Writing sessions. Marathon reading. I started a new book this week and I’m already obsessed and don’t want it to end. It’s called Racing in the Rain and is told from a dog’s perspective. It’s not nearly as hokey as you might think (at least, I thought it might be); it’s a really beautiful, life-affirming story. A bit sad, a lot poignant. Stay tuned for the full review. I feel I’m going to cry my eyes out when it’s all over.
I took the pup out again for a walk this morning. He literally stepped outside, screamed out “NOPE!” and turned back around. My thoughts exactly, Baba.
My current view:
What’s new with you, sweet ones?