with that penetrating quality it has when infused with moisture, but the rain has stopped and the clouds are on the run. So I get to sit in the backyard and enjoy the sun as it breaks through, in pulses. As do the cats, who really hate the rain and were acting like little lunatics when they were all forced to share the house earlier.
I call what I do reading, as I sit there, and I do have a book or magazine on my lap, but half the time my eyes are closed and my mind wanders. As always, contentment is no more constant than today's warm sun, but as long as I get at least some, I can hold away whatever pains or worries are dogging me right now.
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