Almost Composed

It never rains but it paws

August 1, 2014

Weather here breezes in suddenly, opens the fridge and vanishes again much like a teenager. Rain greyed out the bay in minutes. The headlands disappeared one by one and then, impressive though it is, there was really nothing to look at but a blank wall of water. Even so, my cat has been keeping a watchful eye from the loft and has managed to glimpse a white horse, which he’s growling at. I’ve half a mind to let him after it. The boy has just unsettled in his crib below, but this is probably nothing to do with the rain.