Our beagle has diabetes insipidus, which means he can’t process/store water and pees constantly. Since moving into a townhouse, I feel like I spend half my day on our doorstep, waiting for him to pee. It’s a pain. But it’s also a daily peek at how the sesasons are moving by. Every morning, in the dark, I check out the moon. In fall, I could see Orion sparkle against the velvety navy sky. Now he’s gone. But there’s always something new to wonder at. The other morning, as I stood in the dark, small soft snow was falling. I could see it dotting my furry bathrobe. But it wasn’t silent like snow. It was, I guess, soft hail. And it made a little rippling noise as it landed on the shrub next to me. It sounded like the earth was applauding the sky ever so quietly. It made me feel a bit like clapping, too.
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